Spotted Greenwings are relatively small nocturnal dragons. Easily recognizable by the fleshy appendages growing off of their head and rump, they are most commonly seen in forests at night, leaping and soaring from tree to tree. While generally social, spotted greenwings are very quiet and rarely make any sort of vocalization. Their bodies are unusually warm to the touch, though they are unable to breathe fire. Greenwings are voracious feeders and will consume nearly any living thing that they can fit in their mouths.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

Splock is Splock. There can be no describing this dragon. He is not strange. He is not weird. He is Splock. He cannot speak normally (all he says is 'Splock'). He does not move normally. He does not do normal things.

He eventually became so 'Splock' that they changed his name to Splock Splock.

When asked if the name bothers him, Splock's response was thus:

"Splock splock, splock... Splock-splo, splockity splock. Splock splock splock, splock splock splook."

It is suspected that this was actually a deep message about how one's name does not change who one is, it is how one acts that determines it.

Of course, no one can tell because all Splock can say is 'splock'. He can't even make other noises.

It's all splock. Splock in the past. Splock in the present. Splock eternal.