G R I M L O C K

While Grimlock was stupid, he himself hated questions of the obvious. Jormungand's question about his arms made the dragon snarl - a deep, resonating noise. His wings folded at his sides, deep orange lines covered his arms, lacerations from the aforementioned 'green dragon'. Forcing himself from Jormungand's form, he turned to Aegon has he spoke. But before he could motion to the eastward direction, Jormungand piped up. The bear-like dragon glared at the panther, yellow/orange eyes staring at him. "Grimlock annoyed at you, black cat." He seethed, but shook his head and swiveled his head to look behind him.

His tail tip motioned toward the east, and Grimlock's eyes looked to Aegon. "Green Dragon attack Grimlock out there. Green Dragon swift and smaller than Grimlock." Still, dragons were very big most of the time.