A photorealistic black dragon with ram horns stands on a rocky mountain amidst a stormy sky with lightning.

He was small for his father's ilk. On his back legs he was five and a half feet tall. Well built, and muscular, even still growing, his only boon. His scales were charcoal black, not yet shining, glistening gems. His wings were dark, the fibrous membrane darker. Even young as he was, he was horned, a curling pair on either side of his head, like a ram's. Like his father, his head was boxy, heavyset. Eyes like dull rocks sat in his face, atop a broad muzzle. He had not bothered with his humanoid form. It had only been twenty-four hours since he'd hatched. Ver más