Anguis has existed for near countless millennia
one of the oldest and largest of his kind
he sleeps in a dormant volcano
on a pile of metamorphic rock
The scales on his back, tail and legs are blood red
just like his powerful wings
his underside plates shine silver
his horns, talons and spikes glow golden
matching the colour of his evil eyes
He spends his days resting
waking up with the setting sun
flying silently through the night sky
attacking his prey without warning
He is greedy and cruel by nature
raining fire from the skies
revelling in violence and destruction
his appetite for carnage and food is massive
devouring villages without a thought
Anguis will remain a threat to his world
for as long as he lives and breathes
unless a hero finds and defeats him
bringing him down to earth in flames
finally ending his reign of terror
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