Avatars of Destruction possess a volatile disposition. They thrive on chaos and decay, and their horns and plated scales are as hard as forged metal. Because of their affinity with darkness and the destructive forces of nature, it was once thought that these dragons were omens of ill fortune.

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.

Invalidation isn't a shining example of an avatar of destruction. Sure, that is her job description, and she leaves smoldering footsteps in her wake on a regular basis, but she feels only places that "deserve" it should be destroyed. After coming across a pair of graves making a food surplus, i.e. burning down a forest, she watched the charred, smoking landscape until sundown and decided that maybe she'll do some replanting in this area only. Invalidation doesn't have a green thumb—in fact, it's sometimes literally on fire—but she does her best. Every day, she returns to the site and plants seeds and saplings (someone's gotta do it). There's a large patch of soil just for temperate and subtropical flowers: poppies, hyacinths, daisies, magnolias... it's a clumsy motley. Invalidation has been collecting seeds and leaving a bare patch for next season, when she hopes to plant some pretty pink-and-purple flowers. She's planning for the fuchsia.