Green dragon.

Arrogant and sly he found pleasure in the tricks and intrigues created in the seething cruel mind of his youth. He delighted in the war and death that his little games created. Now some what older he finds little pleasure in much of anything. His servants have escaped or been dispatched and his games with them at an end. He protected and horded them like any other treasure but in the end.... well... elven flesh had always been a particular favorite.

His hoard secreted away, he has left his ancient forest to seek something.. anything to pique his interest.

The closest he will ever come to a human like figure is a hulking hybrid form. His scales gleam a deep emerald like exotic stones and his ancient eyes seem to regard the world with world weary bordum till something catches his attention....much to it's sorrow. This form is endowed akin to it's size and he has little compuction to sating as his desires as he likes when the mood takes him.

At his heart a creature of vanity, he spent much time and gold to have intricate designs carved into each scale. If one is allowed close enough to see them one would marvel at the time and skill with which they were made. Some have been filled with gold and make quitea striking contrast against the verdent flesh of the dragon.


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