Jul 17, 2013
Drew stretched and lounged in a tree, looking the horseman over. Scars dotted the great lizard's body, few in number, but great in the skill it took to inflict them upon the embodiment of war. "What's the matter, newt, forget how to dodge? It looks like you got stabbed in the back a few time. Not a surprise, considering what you do to you.... 'family'..."
The Knucker Dragon snarled and snapped at the cat, quickly jerking his clothing back up over the scars. “Stupid cat," Cecil hissed, “My scars and my family are none of your concern. Now get out of my territory before I skin you."