~ Eagle Spirit ~

High above the valley floor,

Glancing down I see -

How small things seem.

How fragile.

I am one,

Alone and invincible!

The wind touches my face.

I chase it leaping high,

Suspended by my own two wings

There is no bitter hold by the earth.

I am free!

What can hold me down?

What would hold me still?

I have no fate nor destiny.

Scream my defiance!

The world

Is mine.

Skize is a red feral dragon with sandy colored protective plates and scutes along his front. He gazes upon the world with silver blue eyes, behind a snout covered with overlapping scales and a rather beak-like tip.

Atop his head is a defensive crest of moveable spines that often reflect his mood; raised forward when curious, alert or angry, and relaxed back otherwise. The spines taper off near the base of his neck and become overlapping black scales that travel the length of his spine and tail.

The top most segment of his earfins is often mistaken for horns, yet he lacks those. During flight his earfins and spines flatten to his head and neck to make him more aerodynamic.

When perched upon the rocks, his wings can provide camoflauge with their mottled blacks and browns and grays. He sits, and waits and watches... and thinks.

When the dragon isn't pondering something, he is playing his piano.. or working in the garden or fixing his beloved BMWs. He calls Oregon his home.