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Description:
Most often, the only warning of an approaching dragon is a momentary shadow, great wings blotting out the sun. The very ground shudders at its roar, and the unfortunate villagers have only a few seconds to see the creature swooping in over the hills, its wings beating like thunder against the scorched grass. By tooth and claw and fire and brimstone, a Dragon is an avatar of destruction. Solitary males hunt the Grassy Plains as they please, burning villages and eating entire herds before disappearing to their home Cliffs for a long nap. Their speed and toughness place them squarely at the top of the food chain. Wizards are often reluctant to harm the magnificent creatures due to their rarity, and the far greater study value of a live specimen.
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