I am not female nor male, but I share in name. I am not plate or pad, but I am in-between. I am not whole, but I am forged ring by ring. I am not weak, I am but steel. Wear me now, for I save from others steel. What am I?

Your ride or die as you need With horns or wings, I am a mythical being From medieval times to the wild west I was amomg the very best

Most often one blue and one brown, but other combinations can be found. Aristotle was the first to describe this, famous was Anastasius the first, dubbed dikoros. Another was Goethe, and here I’ll leave ya.

I stand in the desert, ancient and grand, Built by human hands, yet I seem so planned. With a square base and sides that rise to a point, I’ve watched centuries pass at history’s joint.

A cousin of the mighty Rex, I weigh in smaller, but mayhap meaner. Steven Spielberg made a movie star of my siblings and me, do we star in your nightmares now? Little kids wear me on their jammies, but if they met me they’d run away screaming. Birds are now my closest kin, to them I bequeathed my feathers and skin.