There be Dragons

It was mid-day; the sun was shining brightly, making Firroth's golden scales shine almost like the sun itself. The golden dragon was in his anthropomorphic form, taking a stroll downtown and taking in the sights. It was a lot to take in. The world had changed quite a bit since he took his long "nap." People wore much different clothes and had much different hairstyles.

Firroth sighed and leaned against a building, wrapping his tail around his left leg. He stayed there and people-watched with his sapphire eyes. "It is almost as if this is a new world." The golden dragon muttered under his breath as he watched many different kinds of people — human and not — walk by. He felt somewhat out of place, seeing as everyone seemed to be wearing clothes except him. Granted, he has no visible "parts," but it was the thought that made him uncomfortable.

@Arcadia

Firroth's sapphire gaze moved to what looked like a young boy that had spoken towards him. He stopped leaning against the wall and stood straight to be polite. The boy didn't look familiar, but Firroth could tell the boy seemed to think he was familiar.

"I believe not." The golden dragon replied, smiling ever-so-slightly. He then held out his hand for a handshake, exposing his ivory claws which have been tainted yellow slightly by time. "I am Firroth."

The golden dragon titled his head just a bit. The boy in front of him gave off a vibe that sad "dragon." This made his muscles tense a bit, as most dragons that heard knew him as "Firroth the Golden King, the Maiden Thief" did not take kindly to him.