Amung the mountain range of Merdin grew many forest along their bases, nourished by the cold rivers and lakes nestled in the many valleys.  The air here cold, allowing for a thick mist to build up over night that only the sun could melt away in whisp.  The peaks were frozen over or frought with snow storms, seen only as white clouds licking the tops of mountains.  This range is home to many forms of life sentient and not, one being a fair sized silver dragon that rest on a crag of rock high in the mountains.<br/><br/>This one lay across his crag like a cat, flipping his tail over one edge and his forepaws dangling over the front.  He was a massive creature one would fear to be in a fight with unless they matched his size, and looked as though he could confortably feast one two or three human sized objects.  Talons dug into the granite rock effortlessly and his scales were of the smoothest shimmering silver on top, and becoming thicker heavier plates of dull silver and white along his underside.  A massive head quite angular in shape rose proudly over the crag with cold mercury eyes pearing out of his skull.  His nose curved back to form his brow and turned into two thick horns on either side, and a tall spinal fin ran from the top of his head down to his tail that wiggled in the harsh cold winds.  His maw was lined with many teeth and a warm thick tongue that flicked out of the front of his mouth.  One bite could remove the upper part of a man without a problem, two and he'd be gone.<br/><br/>His predatory eyes narrow as they search the valley basin where he knows a small village lurks.  The time has come where winter has passed and spring emerges from the snowy drifts.  The lenghty silver beast licks his thick tongue across plates of scale on his muzzle, and his breath crystalizes in a slow exhale into the winds.  An upward draft brings the smell of many denizens below, but he lust for the one they chose to offer up to him.  His hind paws grip the rock he rest on through the snow and wings flick gently behind him whie he watches.  The only thing louder than the wind, is his stomach's complaint about it's lack of sustanance.  He assured it would be filled in time.<br/><br/>The fog is wisked away by a cool valley breeze to reveal the many thatch roof houses nestled into the forest edge, and in the clearing was his prize firmly attached to a stake in the ground by thick ropes.<br/><br/>"So the festivals chose a sacrifice I see," he rumbled to himself letting his tongue swipe along each tooth followed by a firm snort through his cavernous nostrils.  He first thought of whom he might be eating this evening, for the last meal was quite a verbose woman.  He even felt a pain in his heart as she was swallowed down.  It almost made him gag.  His mind's thoughts wandered in delightful thoughts of delicious delicacies that this one might offer, and stomach soon urged him to rise off his crag.  "Alright," he growled, "you'll get filled, one way or another."<br/><br/>OOC::<br/>Small attachment that /hopefully/ conveys the size difference... and at least the head shape of the dragon ... it's rough... it's not awesome... I have no intentions of improving it this moment as there are other projects at hand >..><br/><br/>For those who think they might have a way to enter.. PM me.. but it's not garanteed.  Right now I want to stick to "one on one" unless it's a really good reason other wise and Nasonxian is comfortable with it.