| The hard, blatant Onyx colored scales whipped around as the Draconian lifted her massive body, shifting slightly, the scales much like that of an armored knight. In the light, one would see the thin slits that moved down over the scales, riveting the surface of each one into halves, akin to the color of blood. A clawed hand came down, long, scaled digits wrapping around the coins, causing an indention to form upon a gold coin, forever scarring the stamped face that laid upon it. With a hiss, and smoke coming from her jagged maw, she lowers herself into the mass of treasures. A horde fit for any king, Sanguis stared, her eyes cold and dark, seemingly malcontent and pleased at once. Wings outstretched but moments later, filling the expanse of the cavern before lowering back, several audible pops heard in doing so. |
