C51 Young Dragon Gods!

"Drip, drip..."

In the dim recesses of a cavern, Igrel curled up, his body catching the droplets of underground water that seeped from the rock layers above, cascading down from the stalactites and onto his form.

"Cha, cha."

With his eyes tightly shut, Igrel's tail swished unconsciously, his wings folded neatly against his back. The droplets meandered through the crevices of his scales