A large chunk of the sand of the beach is taken up by a large, black, scaled creature, at least fifty feet long with what would probably be an even wider wingspan. The unfamiliar might even call him a dragon, albeit one with a whole lot more spines and long feather-like frills around his head and wings. When he lifts his head at someone's approach, it's clear his body is more human-like than animal-like, with a short neck and a blunt face, but the spines around his head and neck raise like a bird's feathered crest with interest.
He politely shifts one massive wing out of the way with a friendly (?) nod.
II. The Boardwalk
The black scaled dragon is long gone, and instead a very tall, rail-thin old man with strange, bare feet and one cloudy eye strolls the boardwalk with curiosity. "What's that?" he asks a passer-by, or perhaps a shopper, pointing to some trinket or another, or a foodstuff. "Never seen anything like it."
III. Nightmare Fuel
Now this is more like it. Stone lets the children handle the fish-heads, focusing first on the shadow crabs, smacking them mercilessly and completely without fear until they drop whatever they stole and scuttle away.
Then it's to the woods, stalking through the trees in search of crocodile-heads. He lets several corner him, or think they've cornered him, then smiles a smile full of sharp teeth and melds up into his winged form to simply pick them up and fly them away back to the sea.
Of course, that winds up with his hands kind of clawed up, so one might find him later sitting on the sand licking at cuts on his hands with a too-long tongue.
Stone of Indigo Cloud | Books of the Raksura | OTA
A large chunk of the sand of the beach is taken up by a large, black, scaled creature, at least fifty feet long with what would probably be an even wider wingspan. The unfamiliar might even call him a dragon, albeit one with a whole lot more spines and long feather-like frills around his head and wings. When he lifts his head at someone's approach, it's clear his body is more human-like than animal-like, with a short neck and a blunt face, but the spines around his head and neck raise like a bird's feathered crest with interest.
He politely shifts one massive wing out of the way with a friendly (?) nod.
II. The Boardwalk
The black scaled dragon is long gone, and instead a very tall, rail-thin old man with strange, bare feet and one cloudy eye strolls the boardwalk with curiosity. "What's that?" he asks a passer-by, or perhaps a shopper, pointing to some trinket or another, or a foodstuff. "Never seen anything like it."
III. Nightmare Fuel
Now this is more like it. Stone lets the children handle the fish-heads, focusing first on the shadow crabs, smacking them mercilessly and completely without fear until they drop whatever they stole and scuttle away.
Then it's to the woods, stalking through the trees in search of crocodile-heads. He lets several corner him, or think they've cornered him, then smiles a smile full of sharp teeth and melds up into his winged form to simply pick them up and fly them away back to the sea.
Of course, that winds up with his hands kind of clawed up, so one might find him later sitting on the sand licking at cuts on his hands with a too-long tongue.