The stiff reed-cord lay resting on his chest. He could feel each dragon-bone tooth over his scales. Peat.. Toad.. Moss... Egret... Mahogany... And the ember rust-colored dragon scale gracing the middle. Lilypad... It always was a good terrifying technique, (stubborn dragons always break eventually..) in case he needed it, but he never did. The fact that he was an animus was enough to send dragons running, his frighteningly gleaming sneer kept even /more/ dragons weary and distant. Anyone who didn't run was either very brave or very stupid. (Probably a bit of both) And how he /loved/ when they were... because they would regret it.
Art by me :D Coal Mudwing OC @Chardynethedragon Extra! Short Comic in the end featuring Aztec The sandwing! ( @enrichmentaccount) And once again Thanks for QN RP by @LegendaryLugia The dragon frowning at him in the forth picture is Nami (My oc)
