“And if I teach the mortals, will it make me great? Look into my future, drake, and tell me how magnificent I will be. Perhaps then, I will lend my mighty aid.” Abragos raised an eye ridge, looking down at the bronze drake with a strange hunger in his eyes, the unmistakable thirst for glory.

He’s so full of himself lmao he’s almost disgusting. Like a giant cat who likes to be lavished with praise. He’s certainly taken a liking to varae-ver-you-are‘s Varaelian.

Just a sketch thing, didn’t really get a chance to paint over to clean it up. Off to work I go.