Trying2beVegan

Smoke was slowly and evenly billowing out of his vast green scaled nostrils. This Exhale of his looking like the smoke pouring out of the top of some mega power station’s chimneys. Oreganor sat back against the slope of the mountain he was leaning on and sighed.

The morning air was cool and crisp, just like the full kemp tree he had taken his last drag from. This morning ritual was becoming more frequent for this poor dragon. A victim of the times and a rare sight in the land of men. Most dragons were terrifying sights with unscrupulous tempers, but all poor Oreganor wanted was to have some friends of his own to have fun with like the rest of the world seemed to have. It was hard for him not to look intimidating being close to 200ft tall. He was never a horrible dragon (at least not intentionally) he was just misunderstood.

This latest bought of loneliness he was trying to combat with his favourite remedy hemp. He being so large he would just light up a whole hemp plant and smoke it through the stem. Even though he could fly with his enormous wings that spread out from his powerful back, he liked to get higher than even his wings could take him. It was a folly though as the distraction was temporary and like flying with his wings at some point he would return to the ground, to be exactly where he started from.

His eyes were a beautiful picture dark black pools of onyx made his pupils both framed perfectly by crackling fiery red iris’ that shone in the dark. The whites of his eyes (now mainly red) were usually pearly white but mainly hidden by the thick shimmering scales of his eyelids.

All of his life Oreganor had wanted to fit in but in this world there wasn’t many places that could fit an enormous dragon…