Strixtalon

In the obsidian hush of Minecraft’s moonless night, a powerful shape perches atop a jagged basalt cliff: the Strixtalon, a rare dragon born of shadow and starfire. Its towering form, rendered in perfect pixelation, is primarily cloaked in midnight black scales, each one matte like voidstone, absorbing every sliver of light around it. Yet it is far from unseen.

Running in tribal, jagged patterns down its body and wings are luminous teal stripes, glowing like enchanted soulstone veins. These lines pulse gently, as if the dragon’s heartbeat syncs with the breath of the world itself. The stripes travel in symmetrical, rune-like arcs across its chest, coiling along its limbs, and branching into lightning-bolt patterns across the full stretch of its majestic, leathery wings.

Its eyes glow a piercing teal, deep and ancient, holding knowledge of ancient flames and long-lost biomes. Four backward-facing horns crown its skull, elegant and blade-sharp, with faint ridges etched in glowing teal runes—proof of arcane rituals long forgotten. Steam curls from its nostrils like whispers of a storm, hinting at the raging energy caged within.

The terrain beneath its talons is rugged, littered with pixelated stones and glowing teal crystals. These crystals respond to the dragon’s presence, flickering brighter as it draws near. Behind the dragon, pixelated mountains rise like dark titans against the star-speckled void of night, jagged and mysterious, as if carved by time and dragonfire.

The Strixtalon’s tail ends in a twin-fin, both ends tipped with glowing crystal-like edges. As the tail flicks, it leaves brief streaks of teal in the air—afterimages of power. Every movement is elegant, slow, but purposeful. It watches. It guards. It breathes.

Not a creature of mindless destruction, the Strixtalon is a sentinel—protector of secrets, keeper of hoarded wisdom, and warden of the forgotten flame. Players who dare to seek it must bring more than weapons; they must bring courage, respect… and silence.

It is not hostile by nature—but if disturbed, its roar could split the bedrock and its teal flames could erase strongholds from existence.