litphoria

Dragons tend to stand out in a crowd, and this one is no exception, even is he is anthropomorphic. From his toe-claws up to the very tips of the ebony backward-swept horns atop his head, he comes in right under the eight-foot mark. Vibrant emerald-green scales sweep down his entire body, glittering as they catch the light. The pattern is only interrupted in a few places: across the bridge of his muzzle, on a column of ridged scales running back between his horns, the membranes in his wing-like ear fins, from his chin down the length of his torso across his stomach, and across the large wings folded behind him like large silken sails. These places are colored a rich gold, the scales much broader and scute-like. He wears a pair of slightly-oversized cargo pants, no doubt custom-made, with a tailored hole in the back for the 7 foot tail to protude. Capps with a flame-like cerulean tuft, the long appendage has a ridge of spines travelling up its length all the way back to the base. The drake usually doesn’t bother with shirts, for somewhat-obvious reasons (so hard to get one that works with those wings!). His shape is lean but athletic, the muscles there, but not exaggerated. By now the dragon has given you a quizzical glance, a browridge gently raised over his crimson-tinged irises.