DRAC: rom the Latin draco, means "dragon" or "devil" in several languages, such as Catalan and Romanian
“Catalan dragons are serpent-like creatures with two legs (rarely four) and, sometimes, a pair of wings. Their faces can resemble that of other animals, like lions or cattle. They have a burning breath. Their breath is also poisonous, the reason by which dracs are able to rot everything with their stench.”
A hundred feet tall, with stilted eyes. Brilliant yellow, piercing men where they stood and staring straight into their hearts. Nostils flaring at the scent of fear, and saliva dripping from fangs the size school children.
Truly, Denki’s legacy preceded him. While he was nowhere near that large, and teeth that large would only weigh him down, it was still amusing to consider that there were people alive and well that would swear up and down that they’d seen a dragon with that exact description.
Sure, he had a flare for the dramatics, and maybe he liked playing up the intimidation factor, but it wasn’t like he did much more then scare people off. Often tripping them with his tail or simply hissing and watch them scatter like roaches.
They were just pesky at times.
Currently that same dragon, with it’s serpentine body that struck quick as lightning, was curled up on a rock sunning. His wings were pressed close to his body, appearance similar to that of a western ribbon snake more then the dragons that people described in their lore.
And he was content laying there, too, even believing that he could doze off. Slowly drifting until-
A rustling in the bushes.
Bigger then anything he’s heard before, and less concerned with the general hush that usually settled in the mountains. Only one thing could be that obnoxious, and that’s why it was of little surprise when he opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of a human.
Sure, he may have only arrived that day but... Well, it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun. So, slowly he lifted himself up- wings unfurling and mouth opening to flash his fangs at the stranger.
