Cain loomed up in his mountains, glaring down at the forests that surrounded their foothills. Though he couldn't discern them with his eyes alone, the old brown dragon knew an assault was coming.

The little green dragons were far from formidable, scrawny things that relied on wards and on their numbers. Neither mattered much to the tanky brown in the mountains. Even when fighting to save their own lives, they only put up the most pathetic of resistance, Cain knew from multiple first-hand encounters. He'd slain nearly every green whelp that was foolish enough to cross his path for centuries, and it seemed, now, they had decided to take a stand.

He'd snort involuntarily at the thought. It was a foolish, suicidal plan, yet there was something to be respected about it. Though he'd never admit it, aloud or to himself, a great envy filled the brown dragon's heart. He could only imagine a world where a dragon could be surrounded by peers, yet left in peace. To know one could sleep deeply, left to actually dream, resting assured that one's brothers and sisters would provide protection even if it cost their lives. To be actually wanted. To belong. There was a great deal to envy about the way the greens of this continent lived, and somewhere buried deep beneath his ego and pride, Cain longed desperately to know it.

But their way was not the way of this world. This young, charismatic green whelp, this Rimu... He seemed convinced their strength was in numbers and their unified will. And now the little cur was on his way to the mountains, bringing a small army to slay the brown who had terrorized their kind.

"Earth Dragon" Cain had heard them call him. He didn't know what it meant, assuming they only knew to identify his ilk by their dark clay colored scales. He'd acquiesce their logic, then. If he were an earth dragon, then any continent he set foot on was his territory, and they were all guilty of trespass.

Cain sneered, lip curling in annoyance as he watched trees rustle with movement far, far below. The brown knew the truth of this world. Their numbers weren't strength; their reliance on their ranks was a weakness. He didn't need anyone to stand at his side. He didn't need anyone to coddle and protect him. He didn't rely on anything but his own fortitude and skill. He knew this was the only true strength, and he intended to prove it to any who would dare oppose him.



Here we have an absolutely awesome piece of the old grump from  DSW7
If you haven't given their gallery a look, he certain to do so!! Awesome artwork.

This is easily one of my favorite pieces of Cain. Everything from his face design, expression, posture, coloring... Ahh, it's just amazing. Can't say enough positive things about this piece, and I'm grateful DSW7 took my commission.