Unus

plants tend to wither and die around him. he jokes that he has a black claw. something deep within your bones tells you that's wrong. maybe it's the fact that he kills prey {other dragons} with far too much ease, that you've seen him fell large beasts by simply raising a claw to them.

he's impossibly large. he tells you he's only a bit on the large end of the spectrum for his species. you know he's lying, know from the wings that block out the sun with ease when he spreads them.

it's not out of the norm to see dragons with a bone pattern on their body; survival patterns are survival patterns, after all. what makes you feel unsafe about this dragon and his bone pattern is the way that you can see them no matter where you look on his body; that the bones are always visible no matter the angle.

his wings carry him at impossible speeds. he doesn't really bring it up, minus when he gets into arguments with other dragons on who can fly faster. but you've seen him fly, and you've seen him be nothing more than a passing blur.

jokes are his forte. he and his friend, the too-large dragon that looks like an imperial, are prone to sending each other into laughing fits. he's the stupid one of the two, forgetting words and unable to do simple math. but too many times you've seen him stop laughing and ask a nearby dragon if they were ready for the end of their life, if they were ready to die.

you are not a spiritual dragon, but too many times you wonder if when you die, you will see unus before you, ready to escort you to whatever comes next.