The sandy colored, spiky, wingless dragon laid nestled up in the sand dunes. The sun was setting and Scorch was beginning to wake up. He yawned before getting up to go travel more. His talons however, did not sink into the sand like others', yet his tail dragged heavily against the sand behind him. Scorch hadn't seen other dragons in awhile, but that was fine. The desert night sky was always beautiful combined with the barren landscape is always worth it, making him feel content and nostalgic.
Despite not being made for the dry desert heat, The spiky dragon has always felt like he belonged here.
—Under the starry desert skies with the hot sand beneath his talons.
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.:Learning To Dance:. Artbook 5
HumorDaaaaang We're already at book five. Well read on if you wanna read about my rambling and look at my mediocre art made by a nerd
