Never Surprise A Dragon
Dave circled high above the mountain range he called home. He was as happy as he had ever been and laughed the full-throated laugh one can only properly enjoy when all alone. An uproarious noise that shook the clouds with joy. The skin of his ebony snout pulled back to reveal several rows of sharp, white teeth. The sun warmed the amber and gold, overlapping scales covering every centimeter of his head, back, and tail. His thick, black, leathery wings, equally wide as he was long (balanced well, tip to tip and snout to tail, as the old saying goes), gave one slow, tremendous beat, then held still to simply glide upon the currents. His entire underbelly was covered in the same red and gold scales as his back, except for the two, exposed, black forelimbs terminating in three clawed, prehensile, fingers, currently folded tightly under his chest for best aerodynamics. Like his wings and snout, the arms and hands remained scaleless. His back end narrowed into a long tail that could be coiled to sit upon like a cobra. Or to spring forth onto unsuspecting victims, also like a cobra. Though at the moment he used it as a rudder to steer himself through the air currents.
