Ollimar stared down at the gathered group of armored humans, two in full plate on horseback, two on foot, slightly less armored. Patience was something the forest dragon was known far and wide for, and it was something that these "authorities" from the human bastion, Skolport, seemed to be taking for granted. Even still, the green lay patiently like an enormous feline, maintaining eye contact and listening attentively despite how irate the humans behaved. Ollimar had gathered, from one of the men's incensed rantings, that the wild forest dragons of the continent had been lurking outside the gates of Skolport, eager to snatch up any travelers along with their beasts of burden. Somehow, despite his boundless benevolence in offering his aid with brokering a truce between the feuding two factions, these humans seemed to believe nastiness and threats were the way to get Ollimar to acquiesce to their demands.

It was no coincidence, though, that the green heard them out while idly holding the corpse of a large elk beneath his gingerly folded handpaws on the ground, an impromptu lunch while he played diplomat and had waited for the humans to send these envoys. When he'd heard enough of the man's acrid, rambling complaints, the dragon idly lifted his paw, pulling the elk from the grass by it's hindlegs, craning it up above his muzzle, causing the humans to recoil a bit in shocked silence.

With utter nonchalance, the dragon gaped his jaws wide, up at that dangling animal, slowly lowering it into his cavernous maw, releasing his grip on the cold beast's hindlegs to let it slide down his outstretched tongue towards his gullet. A pleased rumble sounded as the dragon's jaws closed, a lump forming at the base of his jaw as Ollimar made a show of downing the animal in a single, heavy, squelching GLLLLRK! The dragon's emerald eye tracked back down to the group of humans, a pleased smirk crossing his scaled muzzle as that bulge slipped down his lengthy throat, spreading the plated scales only just as the animal passed along into the dragon's bulk, the green knowing full well it would utterly unnerve the assembled group. And why shouldn't it? The dragon wanted to make a point that any one of them would be no problem for him to bolt down should they decide to continue their constant disrespect... of course, it was important that a diplomat only implied such threats, without voicing them.

"Forgive me, gentlemen, I was rather famished from the trip to your continent. Normally I'd wait to dine with my hosts, but Skolport is historically... unwelcoming to my kind, despite my NUMEROUS answers to your calls for aid." The dragon spoke, interrupting their stunned silence, his tone and spectacle causing a good number of sneers among the soldiery.

"As for your qualms with the local forest dragons, I agree that it's unacceptable for them to be preying on folk traveling to and from Skolport. I will make certain it ceases. However." Ollimar paused, holding up a single digit in a very humanesque gesture.

"It will be communicated to your people, and authorities, that the reason they've been scavenging your borders is because you've once again, forgotten your promise to keep from over-trapping game and to abstain from clearing the forest to the north eastern edge of your borders." The large green spoke, his amused expression hardening into a stern, accusatory gaze. Their leader squirmed in his saddle, clenching his fist around the hilt of a blade in anger as he tried to form a rebuttal to the dragon's claims, though Ollimar interrupted his train of thought by pressing himself up to a stand, causing the group to recoil a bit in reflex.

"You needn't worry. The forest dragons will heed my request. Unless they're forced by your people to find food... elsewhere in the future. Trust me that most any dragon would prefer to avoid meddling with Skolport. But the forest dragons in your woods are a simple, naturalistic lot. They will survive by any means necessary. It would be in your best interests to make certain they have the means to do so on their own." The green said to the gathered group in a flat tone, his brow arching expectantly.

He didn't expect a reply. It was obvious to him that these envoys were merely mouth pieces, eager to make threats and boasts and deny any faults of their kind. It hardly mattered to Ollimar. So long as his message was delivered, he would hold up his end of the bargain. Skolport was too important to humanity to let anything so preventable bring it to ruin.



Here we have an absolutely stunning piece of my green by the amazingly talented  Ashary, who I stumbled across by chance. Please give their gallery a looking through. Some awesome works to behold there.

I really really really love the shading and design of the neck plates on this piece. And that smug expression is so perfect, eye looking directly down at the viewer. I promise I didn't mention a thing to Ashary about anything remotely vorish and she still managed to draw my green with a lump in his throat. Absolutely adore it.