The dragon hesitates to turn around.

It’s firey eyes flaming like a blazing ball.

A clenching tail, curves around like a spiral new fern leaf.

It’s golden skin so leathery, so rough, like the feel of sand paper.

A gasp of scorching hot fire, blasting out of its mouth, shooting out smitheriens of gunpowder and ashes .

With a ravenous roar and a thunderouse thump, from miles of sound you would be able to hear anytime this mounstrous beast gets woken up.