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With the other two that I got for christmas, I loved the style this artist did for the portraits. So I present Ramakox, or as mortals have come to know him. The Swirling Storm. He is an older dragon then most of those we have seen in Scales and Honor. he is grumpy at times and wants things to go back to when dragons were better off, and things were not so complicated.

Artwork was done by the lovely:

The story that this guy is from can be found here: Scales and Honor: Swirling Storm: Chapter 1
Scales and Honor; Swirling Storm
Chapter 1
Ramakox the blue dragon stood like a statue on the rocky outcropping of his mountain top lair. With his silver eyes he glared out to the vast countryside of his home, a multicolored collection of greens, blues, and browns. That made the whole thing look like a multicolored quilt of all those shades. He snorted when a breeze brushed against his thick armored scales that lined his body. He narrowed his eyes as he focused on the small dots of mortal villages that covered his quilt. He could already feel the sense of irritation lingering within his limbs, one he had known for many years. He spread his wings wide, ignoring the spiderweb of white that was in his soft blue membranes. He of course remembered when things were better for dragons, when he, Ramakox was known well. He bounded into the air, giving his wings a great flap, and carring himself into the lofty domain of any dragon. One where the little villages of humans, elves, and half-lings c

Description
With the other two that I got for christmas, I loved the style this artist did for the portraits. So I present Ramakox, or as mortals have come to know him. The Swirling Storm. He is an older dragon then most of those we have seen in Scales and Honor. he is grumpy at times and wants things to go back to when dragons were better off, and things were not so complicated.

Artwork was done by the lovely:

The story that this guy is from can be found here: Scales and Honor: Swirling Storm: Chapter 1
Scales and Honor; Swirling Storm
Chapter 1
Ramakox the blue dragon stood like a statue on the rocky outcropping of his mountain top lair. With his silver eyes he glared out to the vast countryside of his home, a multicolored collection of greens, blues, and browns. That made the whole thing look like a multicolored quilt of all those shades. He snorted when a breeze brushed against his thick armored scales that lined his body. He narrowed his eyes as he focused on the small dots of mortal villages that covered his quilt. He could already feel the sense of irritation lingering within his limbs, one he had known for many years. He spread his wings wide, ignoring the spiderweb of white that was in his soft blue membranes. He of course remembered when things were better for dragons, when he, Ramakox was known well. He bounded into the air, giving his wings a great flap, and carring himself into the lofty domain of any dragon. One where the little villages of humans, elves, and half-lings c