Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28934884-20161231041012/@comment-31605619-20170105004846

Corrus eventually came to stop, with a flurry of his paper-thin wings, and he carefully began to preen his thin, long, rubbery scales much like a bird preening it's feathers. He raised his head, noticing a few youths playfully wrestling nearby. Slowly, he raised his head, his beady, wet black eyes fixed on them. From deep in his throat emanating a low, soft note, and a few more, some notes overlapping and creating chords, which most dragons couldn't do if they tried. The soft, lulling tone reached the youth's ears, beckoning them forward.

Corrus grinned, his lip curling up just enough to show the tips of his many, needle-like, ivory-white teeth, which were actually quite long and could open quite wide, swallowing prey like some nightmarish mixture of a large snake and a shark, if he so chose. For now, however, he continued to sing, the young dragonets partially entranced by the music.