Name: Brand<br/>Age: 120<br/>Species: Western Dragon, Silver, Anthro<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Weight: 500 pounds<br/>Height: Nine feet<br/>Body type: Bodybuilder<br/>Job: Adventurer/collector<br/>Pred or Prey: Pred<br/>Special Powers/Abilities: Winged Flight, Electical Control, Lightning Breath<br/><br/>The dragon was a Westerner, from a land of barbarians. His sheer size, however, demanded respect even from the most tempramental of the Empresses's soldiers. He had to crouch somewhat to get through the human-sized doors. but the much larger doors of the palace posed no trouble for him. His scales glittered like polished silverware, and the talons on his hands were like curved daggers. Great wings were furled at his back and a long, strong tail trailed behind him.<br/><br/>His handsome draconian head was capped with a mane of shining copper, with a pair of long, slender horns that swept back from under that lovely mane. He wore no jewelry or decoration beyond a black Irish kilt, complete with shoulder banner and decorated with gold embroidery about the waist. The scales of his chest, joints, and spine were particularly thick and strong, with a row of small plates going from the back of his neck, down his spine, and to the end of his long tail. Golden eyes swept the room, settling at last on the Empress herself.<br/><br/>He managed a relatively graceful bow to her as he stopped short of her comfortable perch.<br/><br/>"Empress," he rumbled. "I am called 'Whitebrand' by the mortals under my protection. I prefer to go by Brand, if I might ask your indulgence. 'Whitebrand' can be rather clumsy in normal conversation. It is a great honor to be invited into your presence."<br/><br/>The dragon had been preying on damsels at the border of her lands, which was how the Empress had first come to learn of him. Western dragons being rather rare in her lands, stories about him had been rather on the wild side. He certainly looked much smaller than the tales had claimed him to be, and possibly the number of young women (over one hundred) who had met his belly had been exaggerated too.<br/><br/>At the moment he was contemplating the Empress as a candidate to join his previous meals, but he saw no reason to mention that. He hadn't had a pregnant one before. He wondered about her flavor. Fortunately for her, he was more curious about the other guests of her party...which ones were edible and which ones would be good slaves.