Gary_Dragon

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Age: 31
Height: 8'1"
Weight: Varies, but is generally 520 pounds without prey.

As you approach him, the first thing you notice is the sheer redness of the scales before you. He smiles, turning toward you. His hair is well kempt enough in the front to keep it out of his slitted brown eyes, but it runs down his back a few inches more than the front. His ears protrude straight out to the side, much like the ears on a giraffe or a cow. He can twitch them at will, and does so as you keep looking him over.

His longish, slender neck reveals the first of his underside scales, a dark pink in coloration. The neck takes up about two feet of his body length, long enough to bulge with the prey that slides into it. You notice something peculiar about his paws as you look to them. They seem to have a thumb-like extension at their ends, made for human-like grasping. He smiles, detracting his claws for you and retracting them. Your eyes then gaze toward his belly. It's hard to keep your eyes off of it. It distends outward slightly, even without a single meal in him. It's a part of being a pudgy dragon, you figure, and notice a lack of horizontal lines on his belly. He pads a little closer, allowing you to touch his belly. Stroking it slightly, you find the belly scales to be remarkably smooth. His paw pats and strokes your back softly.

His tail swishes back and forth gently. As your eyes catch his tail, he turns around, showing off his dorsal side for you. The hair extends down the back of his head, but only a couple of inches more than the front. Unlike other dragons, this one lacks a set of wings and spikes running down his back. You reach for these back scales, feeling much like the scales of his front. He jumps a bit, shuddering at your touch. You back up, now looking to his tail. It tapers down to its end and lacks a tail spade. As his tail lifts slightly to swish, you notice that its underside is dark pink as well, and appears to be hiding something. You chuckle lightly to yourself and step back to his front just in time to catch him yawning.

You take the opportunity to gaze into his maw. Although you can't get a super-close look, you can determine even from there that his teeth are tapering backward toward his throat. Oddly, the last four in his mouth are molars, like many mammals have. The dragon's teeth are slightly yellowed as well from a lack of obsessive care. His maw glistens with strands of saliva, and his abyssal throat lies in wait in the back, ready to take in whatever might pass it. You might also catch, just as the mouth starts to close, that the dragon's got an uvula, a dangly bit of flesh at the back of the mouth...something most dragons might consider vestigal. The maw soon closes, and the dragon heads for a patch of sunshine about fifty feet away. He lies down on his back, sprawling out for a quick nap.

The underside of his tail is indeed pink, and it also hides his naughty bits. Another unusual aspect of this dragon is that he displays an outer sheath and ballsac. Right below it, his tailhole softly puckers in a natural rhythm. His fat tail sways back and forth just a bit. You recall what a couple of others have told you about said sheath. 10 inches, your mind echoes.