(Just a quick scrap, nothing serious, just drop comments if interested, no fave-hunting here ;) )

So after exchanging a few notes with  bruyaglovae the idea of this guy popped up, what a dragon could be like with a pouch in his gullet. Well, at least this is roughly my interpretation, at least what I rammed through my tablet and my quirky mouse in a few hours. His idea is a bit different, rather a sleek slender dragon guy, while mine maybe is a bit wicked, showing strength, but not quite that dragon beauty ideal one would probably have in his mind. Well, like if he cared!

No, he doesn't damn care about those slender spiky dragon guys and gals popping up in Playdragon. He has his power, his chest is strong, his wings are large for a pleasant elated soaring even with a friend on his back at least if the winds are good, and that's all well for him, being a dragon. To torture himself with diets, and hitting the gym every night? Bloody hell no! He has one life, and he wants to enjoy it, the gift of being the biggest guy on the mountain who doesn't have to fear a thing. Those hypocrites can screw it, they miss all the bliss! What on the Earth could be better than lazing in the pristine grass, treated by a gentle breeze, the ancient scent of the forest, all so full with fresh prey! Probably just one thing. If your damn bones and spikes didn't jut out everywhere to ruin that perfection. And he makes sure they doesn't.

If only... If only he gulped down something wriggling alive, to feel it on the inside, that could be something! But he has his morals, he is a dragon, he has the gift, but it is just not right to use it for the ill of those who don't. That blissful sensation of his is definitely wasn't so blissful for that deer who just happened to be at the wrong clearing in the morning. Yet, the dreams keep returning, haunting him, all so tempting!