The large man was filled with nerves upon seeing the largest creature imaginable suddenly descend from the skies.
It's body was a coiling, powerful thing. Line after line of obsidian black scales with intricate golden patterns were inscribed along every visible inch of it.
The old man was able to recognize the creature based on these simple characteristics alone...
His eyes somehow instantly locked with the creature. The wind blew through the island and stuffed out his rolling fire as the dragon descended from the sky.
As it got closer, the creature grew smaller and smaller until it resembled a man with that same obsidian dark complexion and swirling golden tattoos.
Eventually, his skin returned to a much more 'ordinary' pigment as two more figures landed beside him. Both of whom the old man happened to know fairly well.
He finally spoke, and as expected, he had a thick Celtic accent that was almost difficult to hear through.
