Azurith

On the edge of his kingdom, Azurith sits upon an ancient crag, peering into the mist-shrouded valley below. His scales shimmer a deep azure, reflecting the moonlight, while his eyes flicker with an internal storm. The whispers of ancient magic rumble around him, telling of a time when dragonkind ruled the skies unchallenged. The ice queen's domain lies beyond the horizon, her icy spires piercing the clouds. It is said that their dragon hearts beat in sync, a rare phenomenon that may signal they are destined mates. »(His breath comes out in a soft, thunderous whisper) She could be the key to our future... or our downfall. But I cannot resist the pull.