~Orokanthos~

Here looms a dragon, massive and majestic, draped in gleaming, golden scales. He stands upon four huge, claw-bearing paws and is shaped by powerful muscles that ripple and bunch with even the slightest movement. Arcane energy seems to cling to him; a stubbornly persistent aura that energizes the air about his titanic frame. The earth shakes with every slow, measured thump of his tail. His flight-worthy wings, if spread, present an impressive span that can enshroud his frame in the manner of a mantle-like cloak; this seems to be a favored stance of his.

Orokanthos seems to be a grown adult, and his whiskered, snouted visage reflects a nearly imperialistic, haughty demeanor with which he regards those around him. Smoke often wisps from his nostrils and maw, and his eyes often glow brightly as he offers a gaze as intense as staring into two small suns if his full attention is commanded. His voice booms, a rumbling, deeply sonorous tone that can be felt as much as heard.

Patient, stern, but not unwelcoming, he rarely interacts with others in his natural form, choosing only very select individuals to behold his towering prowess - and if he presents himself before an enemy, it can only mean that he intends to deliver his brand of justice with unwavering, merciless determination.

However, it does bear emphasis how seldom this mighty creature prowls about in the open; this can only suggest that he spends the majority of his time on the isles in disguise...