Polished, rich beyond compare, this is surely the King of Dragons whatever his size. Not for him the wandering over lost lands seeking morsels of food stolen from farmers. This sleek wyvern demands homage paid directly to him, food of royal quality brought to the entrance of his dwelling, which he would pick over, taking only the most succulent pieces and discarding the rest.

Not for him the thrashing and flailing of the leathery wings of his lower cousins. This creature need only flex his rose-gold wings to rise gracefully above the earth, expending the minimum of energy, should he choose to change location or take the morning air. His inner heat keeps the golden surface of his scales supple, ever renewing so that as he moves, a trail of gold dust is left in his wake. His tail hangs like liquid dripping from a shelf. He has no need to engage with us mere humans, he grants us only a glance from the corner of his eye, yet he demands our full attention.
- Silva

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