Black Capped Teimarr are a small and sociable breed of dragon with an appetite for seafood. They can commonly be seen flitting around sand dunes and tidal marshes, searching for crabs and other aquatic invertebrates, or cavorting in tidal pools in hopes of finding landlocked fish. Because of their large wing-to-body size, they are excellent long distance fliers and are known to migrate hundreds of miles along coastlines, or even across open sea to outlying islands in search of seasonal delicacies such as bird eggs, fledglings and schooling bait fish. The males are easily distinguished by their large jousting horns and their extendable neck frill, which they show off to the females through enthusiastic head bobbing.

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.

Aria of Wrath and Angels dreams of a monochrome world, one with a distinct architecture and style inhabited by serpentine angels with vague wings, where the ground is a dark gray and the sky a blinding white.

His dreamland, of the Twelve Dreamers, is by far the darkest out of all of them. He says that the angels attack him right before he wakes up in his den, unscathed and unharmed, but certainly left unforgotten.

And almost as if in response, his song is high and lilting with a clear melody, and yet carries hints of bitterness in it, of nihilism and the feeling of being alone, even though crowds gather when he sings, gather around every step of his feet.

He's not very sociable, for a dragon of his species. It's rather odd. Others will remark on it, not to his face, but they know that he knows. And he'll always have this genocidal glint of rage hidden in his eyes when he hears of another rumor spreading, a small hint of his fury.

Nobody ever tells him, but he knows. He always does.