Jihord

His feet hit the ground hard, though he was still in his human form, but after many years he could easily shape himself wings, which he was often found with. He absolutely hated the flesh he often was forced to hide behind, but the world wasn't shaped to fit dragons the size of mountains.

He saw a girl running past in just a bikini, he quickly looked away, but called to her nonetheless.

"Do you need to borrow clothing?"

He asked her, hoping she would hear. He knew a dragon when he saw one and he didn't need people slandering his race when he was preparing for a speech. Alas she was rather young, comparatively she was but a child.