Sheol'Var pushed his way past a bush, branches snapping against the sheer force of his advance. He stepped into the clearing, immediately freezing at the sight of the enormous dragon before him. Normally, in this situation, his first instinct would have been to ready himself for battle, and he certainly would have, were this dragon not to emit an aura of tranquility and peace. The light seemed to float around the massive creature's scales, majestically bathing the space around her in a magical glow.
The sun's rays shine onto Sheol, illuminating his figure as he stands stock still: he is a muscular humanoid, seemingly chiseled from stone, clothed in naught but cracked, leathery black pants. The light plays through the two long, flowing crystalline horns on his head, creating a rainbow on the ground behind him. His fingers and toes also bear crystalline claws and talons, pointing further to his draconian nature. His dark bushy mane, however, seems to absorb the light that touches it, leaving it utterly devoid of color, the darkest black imaginable. Staring at it for any extended period of time, one's eyes would dilate and maybe even cause dizziness. His draconic eyes are a bright golden hue, but within the irises, multitudes of dark particles swirl in an endless dance around his pupils.
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