I AM GAY....I DO NOT WANT ANY FEMALES APPROACHING ME. OR HERMS, IF YOU GOTTA VAGINA, THAT'S A NO.
Kthnxbye
I don't yiff. I'm tired of 'yiff-thanks-logoff' I'm not a piece of meat. :\
-Treasures: A lion plushie, he named Ladros, bought for himself, by himself
You see a avergely built black anthro dragon, he looks around 7'5 and about 500 lbs. His eyes are a deep ruby shade, and then the light hits them just right it's almost as is they flash. Around his left eye what looks like a wound is better identified as a red V shape around his red pupil. His dark metallic scales have a unnatural reflective sheen to them, reflecting some light, absorbing the rest. He sees your look and smiles gently at you, letting you know he's not at all violent as he nods to you and lets you inspect him further.
As your eyes travel down to his neck, you notice a black collar with a divine aura surrounding it, and him faintly...seems someone claimed this dragon as their pet once long ago, it looks like more of a reminder, rather then a usable collar. He turns to the side and yawns stretching out, his wings easily twice his height as they dwarf him at 14 feet in lenth, but oddly make him look more intimidating. He turns back with a shake of his head trying to get the yawn out of his system, his wings pull back down and refurl against him almost disappearing into his back.
His arms are nicely defined, a slight bulk about them as he grins and flexes them a little just to show off for you. His chest and stomach are rather normal for most dragons, a black scaled outer ring around his stomach and lower chest, and then a deep blood red in the area, those red scales run down his stomach into his black jean shorts that are tight around his waist covering his most private parts only the best get to see.
He gets a little self conscious and turns around so your eyes don't pop out of your head, his firm rump looks rather lean and nice in the jeans, and his long draconic tail sways behind him obviously prehensile and under his complete control, the red scales following under it to the pointed tip, his wings now visible, are curled tightly to his back and hardly seen, even from this vantage point. The back of his jean shorts is velcro so he can remove them quickly for an number of emergencies.
As your eyes slowly meander down the last part of his body to his legs that are larger then normal and quiet well defined, he takes a little pride in that, smiling as they ripple a little with each step and leap into the air to fly to some unknown location. Over all he seems rather intimidating, and a fierce warrior, but inside beats the heart of a writer and a long history of his life. He smiles at you one last time as he returns to what he was doing but not before giving you a inviting tail wave to come over and introduce yourself.
--Blacksmith, can forge swords, armor and shields at his discretion