Story - will be on the way with the ball... Yes, this magnificent trainwreck was invited to and somehow made it to attend the Checkerboard Ball.

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Who are you calling a trainwreck? What even IS a train?

"It's a method that humanoids use to move across land," one of the passing dragons muttered.

Then they should fly.

"Then you'd be a plane wreck," that same dragon muttered below his breath but even Vujix laughed at that. He moved around the Ball carefully, at least as carefully as he could, though he was hardly the biggest or even the scariest of the visiting nonhumanoids. Heck he wasn't as scary as some of the humanoids. But who cared about that. There was hunting and flirting and sparring to be done!

He definitely enjoyed all of those things. Though he didn't hook up at the Speed Date event, he kept a careful eye on a few of those smaller ladies. Avoided the hydra-dragons, they were much more trouble than they were worth to him. This went on for several hours, with demonstrations of magic and colors, stuff that was well beyond his own abilities. The sparring was quite entertaining though, because he surprised his opponent with teleportation tricks that the others asked about later.

Could he teach them that? His reply was 'git good'. Perhaps next time this event started up he'd come back and see if they learned.

Perhaps next time he came here, it would be accompanied. Because around about an hour before Midnight, while he was resting up and enjoying a cleanup by some of the attendant healers and fixer-uppers, a group of furred dragonets appeared from their magically-protected archway. Most of them trotted around for a few minutes and sniffed at everything and everyone that they found interesting, and then went over to the biped side of the venue.

It was likely that was for the best. The groups over here didn't interest most of the dragonets but a few lingered with those very scary very pointy 'death court' dragons. Even Vujix didn't want to hang with them.

"Why not?"

He looked around, confused for a moment.

"Why not want to hang around them? They're pointy, you're pointy." That voice was quite high and airy, but it was because its owner was still small and young. Not 'fresh out of an egg' young, only a few of the hatchlings at this event had actually hatched during the event. She looked at him with sparkling, faceted green eyes. "I will be pointy too, but not like you." She lowered her head, shaking it, and giving off a little whinnying giggle. "I will have horns! My other mom has horns!"

Vujix squinted again. She didn't even have to ask and he didn't even have to speak, to ask huh?

"My dad is my other mom right now. I have a bunch of sister-brothers and some of them can even walk like other-mom can, two legs."

They're shapeshifters?

"I can too! I can too, look!" And this little dragon with the dark fur marked with light slashes... suddenly looked almost exactly like him for those markings. Even the backs of her wings turned dark, like his. It looked like it wore her out though, but that was mainly because she was new at it, and not because it was so hard to do. Clearly she was going to be expert with it!

She looked very proud of herself on catching that thought. So now, Vujix, normally a rough-and-tumble sort, had a little companion to escort around the Ball. She would grow up to be just about the same size as he was. They already 'cut a path' through the crowd to the hunting lodge, Vujix looking proud and little Jioth flickering her markings around with each sniff and judgement about what she wanted for dinner.

Name: Vujix Filideindrah (unexpected knives) (it's not philodendron, it's filly deh IN druh)
Gender: male
Size/Shoulder/Length: medium-small, 8'6" s / 40' long / 50' ws
Colors: body white with sharply defined black markings, belly and soft parts clear but limbs, sides, back, mottled with medium grey blotches; wingsails and tail fluke graphite mottled with coal; mane and tail silvered white; horns and nubs white; claws dangerous metal and bone; eyes glowing amber
Features: Lantessaman danger derg (claws type); possibly undead? How does a dead dragon grow? Sharply apparently. Four legs with 4 hind and 5 fore digits all having super long, very very sharp claws; two leathery wings with 4 skeletal fingers and a very long wrist thumb all with short claws, wingsails 'ripped', though healthy; broad face with nose horn, paired short jaw horns, and corkscrew back pointed long horns, fall fluffy mane on head and neck; thick tail with large flat fluke, and fluffy fur at end
Powers: Winged Flight, even with the obvious damage to those wings, Vujix is quite capable of extended flight, though he needs a bit of space to take off thanks to all those holes; also they make quite a bit of noise, not just leather flapping but some scary kind of whistling as well
Teleportation, a much more elegant dragon would fly up into the sky and teleport away. Vujix is not that dragon. He staggers into a fight or through the air with jagged motions, but he is extremely good at this power - he knows where he's going. Best at close range, less than 500 meters at a pop, but he can move himself and whatever's with him (as far as his wings can encircle) at least a dozen times before he must rest up. He can manage longer and more straightforward ports up to 10 miles, with a good breather afterward
Telepathy, Verbal Speech, not markedly adept with communication skills, but he's a doer not a talker; that's not saying he's dumb or dull witted (he's ANYTHING BUT dull...) he just chooses to let his friend do the talking and make whatever corrections or snarky comments in a grumbly tone. Telepathically his voice is as chaotic as his markings, but usually he gets to the point (get it?) and his words often cut deep (like everything else he does)
Metal Affinity, perhaps unlike any other in his 'line' Vujix embodies the name he's acquired easily - he is all but made of knives. Metal and ore seem to move and pay attention when he's around, and he's been known to hold up an entire set of cutlery with that big terrifying grin of his, just daring the chef to call him on it. This acts as a kind of specific-element telekinesis similar to 'metal bending' or Zekiran metal-tunings of Major or Special level. Around him, any dull metal object will regain its edge, lose any rust and damage, and become 'like new' provided the bulk of it is actual metal or alloy. If he really tried, he might be able to work wonders on fine wires such as found on circuit boards, but pfff who needs that junk? He's more interested in small but functional things (like knives, shields, pieces of armor, traps...) and even if it's a complex device, as long as it's mostly metal it will become fully functional after he's done with it (a gear box will still want to have oil, but it'll work like a charm); can take ore directly from loose dirt or broken stone, and meld it into functional purified metal, about a gallon jug worth of it per hour of steady work (and contrary to his next statement, he does know what he's doing with ores, stone, metal, and even devices) but he does need to rest up after doing a significant amount of shaping; things which have been shaped - magically, Vortally, psionically, or even just freshly from a smithy - are much easier for him to do finer detail work on, but he can make basics like handles, staves, axes, blades, and sheet metals at will
Parentage: sire (originally Pest); dam Red-Black Lantessama Claws Indrah (unknown link/lineage will update if that changes)
Origin: Fur and Feathers Frenzy Redux; lines by Dray, colors by Phe

Other Info: His name, stemming from a mixture of Zekiran and Vortigese words, actually is voo jix; voo being, in this case, 'sharp knife', and jix typically meaning 'jagged and unexpected terrain', for him this serves multiple meanings too, since it actually is pretty difficult to walk on those knives. If he had a hatching name bestowed upon him, he's long since forgotten it.

Abilities/Skills: I dunno, is this a job interview?

Personality: getting into trouble seems to run in his blood, and he very much enjoys this fact. That said, he's not an actual agent of chaos or woe, he's more the 'out the way, I'm'o take care of this for you' sort. He's not 'shy', not even around his new best friend. But he is the kind of guy that has that incredibly threatening aura while standing directly behind his girlfriend hoping you'll make a move on her...