The translucent dragon sweeps above the crisp cold loch.

His skin rough and bumpy like a pebble beach.

His teeth like daggers ripping open his pray.

He looks dripping wet but really is as dry as a desert.

Beating his wings, blowing a storm of cool air on your face.

His diamond eyes shining in your face blinding you like a light bulb bright as the sun.

His feet ready to walk making the earth quiver.

Beating