"... he's very large." the forest dragon Garjan replied to his visitor's inquiry about Cain, the infamous earth dragon that had recently passed through the territory known as the Southern Ash. Judging by the blank expression followed by a furrowed-brow glare, Garjan got the impression that it was an unsatisfactory answer.

"That's it...? The Wandering End came to your home, made demands, nearly shattered your skull, and the most you can tell anyone is that he's 'very large'...?" His guest asked in annoyed disbelief. The big green only smirked wide.

"He's also quite strong. Imagine an angry boulder..." Garjan began, handpaw waving in front of his muzzle as he looked skyward, as though he were exaggeratedly trying to paint a picture in the sky. His guest groaned, rolling their eyes and stomping away in frustration from the cheeky green dragon. Garjan grinned toothily, shaking his head a bit as he idly ran a handpaw over the jagged remains of the horn the old brown dragon had shattered with a butt of his own skull. He'd give a soft sigh and a chuckle as he was finally alone again. He thought he'd described Cain rather well.


Here's a fun piece I got from Frostwhyrm on twitter. Be sure to give them a follow, some fantastic stuff there!


Wanted to see their take on the old tanky brown after I saw some of their awesome design. Though it's not the most accurate piece, I still think it came out looking awesome as hell. Such a grumpy old monstrosity.