Crooked claws swiped at his prey.

A pair of beady eyes glared at the trembling bird scuttling away.

The leathery head of the dragon was as cold as ice.

The pair of heavy horns were so rough anything that touched them would pass out on the spot.

Long legs limped across the ground, wounded from his recent fight with a golden eagle.

The dragon’s scales were as black as space itself;

spikes ran down his spine like a row of scarlet buildings.

The teeth were sharper the teeth on a blade.

Its tremendous tail whacked any person or thing that stood behind him.

The dragon spread its wicked wings and flew off into the night.