The Dragon
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A beast of epic proportions, he was known to many as the wyvern that could touch the stars.
Two horned pillars bloomed from a gigantic noddle, each arc of inky bone as thick as a maiden’s waist, while ridges and thorns flourished from his spine. A thick mane framed the imposing skull of the monster, the black locks a contrast to the scales of amethyst and sapphire that made up his figure.
Two powerful legs thrust from the feral-built body, each bearing its own set of coal claws that had only knew how to devour its prey. Ivory fangs decorated his smile, but those thick tusks were only ever displayed in hostility.
Giant wings blanketed the ground when unfurled, their emerald underside hidden by the velvet indigo skin that only the world saw. Few were privileged enough to see the colossal beast in flight, and to learn of the secret splay of colour that lay underneath.
A tufted tail finished the ensemble of his silhouette, the scaled appendage several feet long, while the raven locks at the end added another several meters to his being.
And yet, behind those eyes were where the treasures lay; flecked and surrounded by sparks of green, the molten gold eyes would be surprisingly gentle and soft. They offered promise of a keen and clever mind, and the spirit of one who had lived many years.
