Envision a dragon. Do you battle him/her? Or is the dragon friendly? Use descriptive language.

Eyes, black, except when angry. Then red.

Most of her body was covered in midnight-black scales that glittered like igneous rock.

Her claws were about as large as a compact car, nails long and black. Sharp to the touch.

Rows of black spikes ran across her limbs, all the way up to her neck.

Her hind legs were massive and seemed to glow with the fire that lived inside her.

Her nostrils flared with smoke, a rumble started in her belly and built up towards her open mouth.

Bloodied teeth gnashed together.

A large gust of wind ruffled my hair.

No, not wind.

Her wings. Her wings were a glowing jade green. If it weren't for her wings, I wouldn't have been able to see her at all. They propelled her towards me.

A fiery roar ripped from her mouth. I started to run. No amount of gold was worth being burnt alive.

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