"This territory is mine."
The rough roar of Dragon's Tongue echoed through the skies as a pair faced off.
They were both gorgeous creatures, their scales reflecting a silvery color akin to polished metal. But one of them was far more resplendent than the other. While one looked dusted in coal, the other looked as though they hadn't fought a day in their lives.
Even female Dragons were fond of their aesthetic. Veridia herself looked like a polished ruby gliding through the skies in the shape of a dragon. She was a truly magnificent beast to lay one's eyes on, and usually this was how humans or other Races could distinguish between a female or male dragon with a glance.
Most males would be as beaten and ragged as the Dragon Emperor, while most females would be as well polished and groomed as Veridia.
