The dragon before him was big. Colossal some might say, perhaps even gargantuan or titanic. But the only word that could worm its way into Seth's mind, was big.
Impossibly big, since it towered over the very castle that it had once been slumbering within the depths of. That was the impossibility presented to Seth of this creature's existence and yet... here it was, standing in front of him and staring into his eyes.
If he was able to look around properly, perhaps Seth might have noticed the odd jewellery adorning the claws of the dragon. It wore rings on each of its front claws, some with jewels enshrined into them and others without, whilst these rings seemed to be made out of a multitude of different materials.
Some were familiar and recognisable, such as gold and silver, while others were utterly foreign and metals that he could never hope to name never mind recognise.
