Firescales are SkyWings that hatch with too much fire. Always have stunning blue eyes that look like they are burning from the inside. The egg seems to contain the heat as the nest doesn't melt from the heat and since normal dragons can pick up the egg with a Firescaled SkyWing inside. It has been discovered that a metal called tungsten does not melt when a Firescales touches it, but because it is rare, not a lot of tungsten armor has been created. It is genetic, but usually takes a form in a SkyWing's DNA, and comes out as a mutation.(known dragons with this, Peril.)
Often has blue eyes like Firescales, generates heat like a SandWing from its scales but does not burn, often comes with breathing hotter fire. These dragons are sort of like a very incomplete Firescales. Usually they are kept alive as they are on the slightly dangerous side but not enough to kill. they are usually kind-hearted dragons and very friendly.
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These dragons are in a way a feathered Scales,they are formed when a Feathered Scales egg (SkyWing) gets caught on fired.It will turn into a ash form of a egg. .48 hours later the egg will hatch with fully formed Phoenix Feathers. Most eggs that don't die will be killed because they are seen as Feathered Scales and most of the time they die from the mother thinking the egg was dead. Every time these dragons are about to die they catch fire suddenly and tend to scream in agony when on fire,from the ashes then arise as a newborn dragonet but retain the same memories. However they can still die from old age. If they live long enough they die from old age they will die. As they can only burst into flames when they are about to die and dying from natural causes does not count.
Bloodscales can secrete blood from their scales and are normally purple. They are normally broken as an egg due turn it having a purple colored shell. They are normally very small, they can not breathe fire. Instead they shoot blood from their teeth. They have blue eyes. they also have the ability to heat up themselves and make the blood on their scales boil.
Mistscales are green colored with pink eyes. Their Frostbreath is unable to harm anyone instead it is a light mist. They are broken as an egg due to it being green colored. They are larger then the average IceWing. they can also shield themselves from fire and their scales will duplicate as a decoy and make a shower of mist appear in the place of the decoy scales.
This is a rare phenomenon is quite strange, it only occurs in fire-breathing and IceWing hybrids. its where Fire is hot and cold at the some time, being burned by it feels is worse than venom, as such this fire is usually any shade of blue or green. these dragons are also immune to fire but not their fire. they also mostly have they same color eyes as their fire. Availability: (1/50, quite common) no need to ask permission or credit, your welcome! ;)
If the dragonet has the ability to use the moon, and get Nightwing powers, they may have this. Finally, if they a seer, and only seer, there would be a 47% chance of getting it. The 'it' is a type of sight called "Same-Event Seer". This makes it so the dragon can only have visions of a future where the same event that is happening happen again. This is hard to explain, so let me give you an example: A Same-Event Seer was happily eating fish with their friend. A vision would creep into their head, slightly changing their thoughts. This vision could be as similar as them eating fish with the same friend in the future happily, or as different as them eating pig with a few family members contently. Dragons who have this type of future sight will have bright blue or green eyes, contrasting the Sky/Night colors they have.
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