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A weak breeze blew over the green grass of the park, while the warming rays of the sun lighted every square meter that wasn't blocked by the rich and healthy vegetation. Gardeners and Rangers alike walked through it and minded their own business, though still vary of the towering bodies of various dragons who enjoyed the warmth of the day. But the tranquility was misleading like the calm before the storm. Several gunboats where hovering around the borders of the park and several watchtowers were manned with guards, who were tasked to shoot should one of the inmates try to escape.
It pained an individual who stood on top of a larger rock. A rock that would have been a challenge for a human, but was nothing more than a small step for someone of his size. Golden were his claws and large enough to pierce through several humans without much effort. Golden were his scales that covered the entirety of his body, which reflected the light of the park in a similar fashion as those of his silver fellow inmate did. His wings were folded back and rested comfortable on their joints, letting light through their membrane and created an interesting pattern on the ground their membrane reaching all the way down to the tip of his tail, which was slung around the rock to some degree and it's tip twitched from time to time, betraying the calm expression on his muzzle and showed his inner stress. Guards watched them all the time and most of them were afraid of their appearance and size. Something the lone dragon could understood very well. He easily dwarfed their modern frigates by length and height, something he wouldn't have thought about to be two weeks ago. His grow had stopped by a good length of seventy meters in length and a bit more than sixteen up to his shoulders, which in continuation let to a impressive wingspan of almost one hundred fifty meters.
He slowly looked around and smiled slightly as memories of his first walk through the city returned. Memories were he still was in denial of what had occurred and what it meant for the future of every affected. A sight escaped his mouth and his eight whiskers moved according to it. Four on his upper jaw and four on the lower, the things he learned to ignore the most in this new body. He winced a bit as he thought of his first time as he accidentally bit on one and closed his mouth with it's razor sharp and large teeth again, closing his eyes for a second. Eyes that didn't remotely look like human ones anymore. One of the gardeners had described them as a molten pool of gold once. A description that was very fitting and he had agreed to it the first time he saw them in the rippling mirror, that the lake in the park had become to them. The pair of large boney horns, the frill on his cheeks and the two on his neck completed the alien look, which he had grown used seeing each morning. A look that caused everyone, besides the people who were with them all the time, to keep their distance. How he hated it.
It pained an individual who stood on top of a larger rock. A rock that would have been a challenge for a human, but was nothing more than a small step for someone of his size. Golden were his claws and large enough to pierce through several humans without much effort. Golden were his scales that covered the entirety of his body, which reflected the light of the park in a similar fashion as those of his silver fellow inmate did. His wings were folded back and rested comfortable on their joints, letting light through their membrane and created an interesting pattern on the ground their membrane reaching all the way down to the tip of his tail, which was slung around the rock to some degree and it's tip twitched from time to time, betraying the calm expression on his muzzle and showed his inner stress. Guards watched them all the time and most of them were afraid of their appearance and size. Something the lone dragon could understood very well. He easily dwarfed their modern frigates by length and height, something he wouldn't have thought about to be two weeks ago. His grow had stopped by a good length of seventy meters in length and a bit more than sixteen up to his shoulders, which in continuation let to a impressive wingspan of almost one hundred fifty meters.
He slowly looked around and smiled slightly as memories of his first walk through the city returned. Memories were he still was in denial of what had occurred and what it meant for the future of every affected. A sight escaped his mouth and his eight whiskers moved according to it. Four on his upper jaw and four on the lower, the things he learned to ignore the most in this new body. He winced a bit as he thought of his first time as he accidentally bit on one and closed his mouth with it's razor sharp and large teeth again, closing his eyes for a second. Eyes that didn't remotely look like human ones anymore. One of the gardeners had described them as a molten pool of gold once. A description that was very fitting and he had agreed to it the first time he saw them in the rippling mirror, that the lake in the park had become to them. The pair of large boney horns, the frill on his cheeks and the two on his neck completed the alien look, which he had grown used seeing each morning. A look that caused everyone, besides the people who were with them all the time, to keep their distance. How he hated it.
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The dragon closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, the unmistakable scent of humans reaching her. She licked her lips and moved towards the box, opening the lid eagerly.
From the shadows of the box three humans looked up to her, their eyes wide
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One thing I wrote more or less with the council picture in mind. Aka Rob's form as best described as i could.
Hope your like it
*Updated a few things in the description*
Hope your like it
*Updated a few things in the description*
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So... he used to be human, is what I'm guessing?