Yuvon tread lightly, his large and diligent limbs moving towards the group at a slow and relaxed pace. His scales shimmered in the iridescent light of the sky, making it seem as if he was a moving mirage. Poisonous gas - toxic to many things besides a dragon - leaked out of his mouth, rolling across his reptilian body and into the air behind him. The large serpent stopped behind the other dragons, his small yet focused eyes scanning each of them with a quick swipe before he lowered his hind to the ground.
He was a large dragon, his standing figure towering over most he looked upon, and his yellow eyes burned with a passion into anyone's who dared to stare at him. Appearance-wise, he was a golden dragon with large spikes that neatly rolled down his back, and delicate feather ears that topped off his head quite nicely. His lack of wings made him more vulnerable to air attacks, but his flexibility and speed increase greatly without the extra limbs.
Exhaling with a big cloud of smoke, Yuvon opened his mouth and let out a big yawn. The three hundred and fifty-six year old would have greeted his colleagues, but he was mute, and still couldn't quite control his telepathy. Besides, he was more of a silent type anyway.