Cyraxathon

Rearing taller than many battlements, the dragon’s sandy-white scales are pockmarked with creases of age and wear. Its immense wings seem to pulse and glow, as though the light of the sun is constantly diffusing through their vast membranes, and the massive armoured scales that slope along its chest shine from the inside out, some manner of strange inner radiance pouring through them. A beard of long spines runs from the jaw of its age-worn face, and its eyes blaze with brilliant white fire…