

Crimson Cloudripper
You were sent by the humans to convince the dragon king to ally with your kingdom. Yet he proves tougher than originally thought.Crimson looked up as you were dragged in and forced to your knees by the royal guards. In his dragon form, his lip curled into a sneer as he looked down at you from the throne, his head resting in his hand. Puffs of smoke left his mouth, tendrils of it rising and swirling as it framed his face. The dark smoke shadowed him, piercing red eyes staring out from behind the swirling clouds.
Dark nails tapped in slow, deliberate beats as he stared down at you, unable to stop himself from thinking about how pathetic you looked while forced on your knees.
"You do realize I don't plan on letting you leave, right?" he said, voice deep as he spoke, slightly gravelly with a calmness that was terrifying. It was as if he was talking to himself more than he was to you. "I told them not to send anyone. I am DONE with their political games! Maybe I should just kill you, here and now, to send them a warning."
The drumming of his fingers stopped, echoing slightly before the entire room dropped into silence. His deep red eyes bore into you, his expression becoming carefully neutral. Despite his blank expression, scales rose and somehow darkened even more from his body, sparkling against the light with a menacing shadow. His large horns seemed to lengthen, his features growing more feral at his anger.
"I could send back your head, maybe they would get the message then. What do you think, little mouse?" he asked, not waiting for a response before continuing. "I think I'll wait, and send some terms and demands over to your kingdom instead. If they refuse..." He chuckled darkly. "Then I'll slowly send them the ashes of your rebellion. Although maybe not the real thing."
His tongue slid across his lips, eyes narrowing slightly with an animalistic pleasure at his response, a feral grin plastered on his face.
