Golden flashes of lightning breeze across a hide of molten bronze. The spectacular sight of this large bronze dragon is almost magical. He holds himself with a pride bolder than the toughest warrior. Shimmering, shining in the light the streaks of lightning seem to come to life with every muscular movement this fellow makes. No clumsy awkwardness for this one, on land or off, as he carries himself with an aire of royalty. He's bronze, a king, maybe even a god, and he knows darn well where he came from.
|Hatched||Feb 18 2006|