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The dragon rose from its bed of pumice and gold and sniffed the air. The night was crisp and dry, the usual odor of molten rock and smoldering ash flowed about like incense in the hot wind; rising from cracks in the ground. Inhaling a second time the dragon noticed a peculiar scent, a strange mixture of steel and flesh. It snarled, the scent belonged to only one creature and that creature was man. The foolish mammals living on the lower plains apparently thought that the dragon’s lack of activity meant weakness and opportunity. Fools- they sought riches and glory only to run blindly to their deaths. It didn’t matter; the dragon was the oldest and most powerful of its kind in the area. It had been the dominant male in these mountains for centuries and it feared nothing. Hundreds of so called heroes had tried to slay it; hundreds more littered the surrounding area of its territory. There was one good aspect in having these petty creatures scale his mountain; it provided an easy and unlimited food source…as well as entertainment. Climbing to the summit of the volcano which held its lair, the dragon could see the large group of humans making their way to the edge of the caldera. Rearing on its back legs, the dragon issued its challenge. A roar, as loud as thunder and ten times as long, shook the ground with its force. The dragon saw the pitiful men before him shake as their bones resonated with the sound of his anger. These ‘vermin’ would regret ever setting foot on his mountain…~

So this was an idea that gave me. Its pretty much what it looks like, a big red dragon sitting on the edge of a volcano looking awesome. I haven't done a uniform dragon in awhile, it was nice to do one again and compare to all my previous dragons I've done.

-RenDragonClaw

Description
The dragon rose from its bed of pumice and gold and sniffed the air. The night was crisp and dry, the usual odor of molten rock and smoldering ash flowed about like incense in the hot wind; rising from cracks in the ground. Inhaling a second time the dragon noticed a peculiar scent, a strange mixture of steel and flesh. It snarled, the scent belonged to only one creature and that creature was man. The foolish mammals living on the lower plains apparently thought that the dragon’s lack of activity meant weakness and opportunity. Fools- they sought riches and glory only to run blindly to their deaths. It didn’t matter; the dragon was the oldest and most powerful of its kind in the area. It had been the dominant male in these mountains for centuries and it feared nothing. Hundreds of so called heroes had tried to slay it; hundreds more littered the surrounding area of its territory. There was one good aspect in having these petty creatures scale his mountain; it provided an easy and unlimited food source…as well as entertainment. Climbing to the summit of the volcano which held its lair, the dragon could see the large group of humans making their way to the edge of the caldera. Rearing on its back legs, the dragon issued its challenge. A roar, as loud as thunder and ten times as long, shook the ground with its force. The dragon saw the pitiful men before him shake as their bones resonated with the sound of his anger. These ‘vermin’ would regret ever setting foot on his mountain…~

So this was an idea that gave me. Its pretty much what it looks like, a big red dragon sitting on the edge of a volcano looking awesome. I haven't done a uniform dragon in awhile, it was nice to do one again and compare to all my previous dragons I've done.

-RenDragonClaw