As fictional creatures go, dragons are pretty ridiculous. First, let me point out that they are very difficult to draw (it's the snout). But mostly, the very premise of this beast bothers me immensely.
It's presumably a lizard, and therefore a cold-blooded animal. But it breathes flame? Why would this trait ever be selected for in the evolutionary process? Sure, it seems like a reasonable defence mechanism, but how often would baby dragons murder other dragons while they're trying to get a hang of breathing? Sounds like an accident waiting to happen. And where does this fire come from? What the fuel source? Do dragons produce a kind of flammable bile, and if so, why aren't magicians attempting to harness this in order to develop an alternative fuel source? I've never seen this in any of the stories about dragons; they just burn coal like chumps.
And what about the wings? Some of them have pathetic miniature winglets that could never support a dragon's weight, while others have albatross-esque ones. What's the deal here? This thing can fly now too? Are they dinosaurs? A descendant of the archaeopteryx perhaps? Because that changes everything.
I hate dragons.
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