The sun broke over the white beaches of Central, just as the waves crashed gently against the sand and retreated yet again. The entire sky was a colourful montage of orange, red and gold, slightly touched with purple. Where it met the sea, the colours blended together into the soft ripples of the water. The sun reflected in the clear depths, shedding light on what dwelled in the shallows.
A few sea dragons swam beneath the surface, some returning to Vawil Tower after a night away and others heading out to hunt during the last of the dawn. The dragons called sleepily to each other from Dodagon Tower, and a few gryphons sang from Aeyrie Tower. All greeted the dawn in their own ways, some even shunning it for it brought light. The entire country sang and gleamed in the new light and, whether they admitted it or not, they were all happy to see the sun come over the curve of the planet.
There were also quite a few others peeking out of their homes to see the sun rise. Ambassadors from other countries, as well as those who lived there. New arrivals, especially, blinked in wonder at the display of rich colours that fanned across the sky. The small continent was well known for its great sunrises, and Sevtarth never missed one.
Sevtarth stood on the beaches, feeling the surf splash around his ankles. He was a true Deragonran and had lived there since the beginning of time. He remembered the Forgotten Era, which only about seven others could claim as well. He was as old as recorded time itself and, for all that he was as old as the gods, he was not perfect. He was far from it, actually, for in the beginning many mistakes could be made. And were made.
He could not be classified as any one species of the many on Enzan Shi. He sprouted fur every winter, but otherwise he had scaly hide. He was a plain grey in colour, without a speck of any hue on his body. He walked on his hindlegs, on his toes, to be exact, and leaned forward enough to be parallel to the ground. He had a short tail which stuck out straight behind him and his body was narrow. He did not have wings, at the moment, yet he grew them when he sprouted fur. He had a deep chest, with prominent collarbones, and large shoulders to support his thick arms, which ended in draconic paws, of sorts. His body then continued perpendicular to the rest of him, as a centaur's would. He had another set of shoulders above what could be a human torso. Those arms were shorter and thinner, made for delicate work. Each hand had five fingers and a thumb, and could even sprout thin tentacles to hold his work for him. Above his shoulder sat a semi-human head, which he often wore a scarf around to hide what could be thought of as a face.
