doodileedoodileedoodileedoodileedoodileedoodileedoo.

Well, no. There is no music here, just the crackle of lightning not only within the darkness of the Storm dragon's domain, but within the very palms of his hands. Something, somewhere, has earned the wrath of a creature in command of mother nature's most powerful devices, and the cards are in his favour. His ferocity has been held back by his unwavering focus, until now, where finally it is the time to strike.

I'd never have imagined such a wonderful rendition of my blue scales ever, and as much as my reluctance would be to say it, fate must have had a role in being online the moment  twilightsaint made a surprise call for commissions. The expression, pose, detail, emotion, perfectly captured. This will be my favourite for years to come.