Yiral padded into her cave. Each foot fall announced by a ground shaking THUD followed by the sound of her sword-like talons scraping across the stone floor.
It was easy to see why the 'Ash scaled empress' was feared; she dwarfed almost anything; her shoulders even brushed against the tops of the towering pine trees that grew around her mountain home. It was a small miracle that she found a cave that could accommodate her massive size. Ivory horns crowned her head while black tipped spikes ran down her back; from her head to her tail. The grey scales that gave the dragon her title were more effective than any human forged metal, uncountable