I randomly drew this image of a dragon. His name is Prometheus, and is a male. Every night, he looks up into the stars, dreaming of the world bowing at his knees. I drew this image on Fire Alpaca, and please don't use this image without asking me on the comments below. Oh, and I almost forgot! Please read the short story below, and I hope you enjoy!
Prometheus looked at the many twinkling stars, his eyes sending a soft red glow on his cold, steel armour. He narrowed his eyes, his mouth twisting into a thin smile. As he looked up in the sky, his surroundings seemed to close in around him, and his eyes closed for a few seconds. He could imagine the world bowing at his feet, a twisted thorn crown sitting on his head. Screams of terror echoed in the burnt landscape, and his subjects murmured of his excellence and bravery. He opened his eyes again, his mouth curling into a curved, twisted shape. He was going to be the ruler of the world. The cold air shifted around him, and he unfurled his wings,his eyes glowed like the embers of a dying fire. He took a deep breath, the cold air frosting his insides in a cold layer. He would start his plan tomorrow.
