I don’t read much about dragons, I must confess. I can’t even remember a single book I’ve read that starred dragons. Okay, now I’m lying, I just remembered Harry Potter. But apart from Harry Potter… *ransacking brain* I just draw a blank…
I draw dragons. I paint them, I look for pictures of them and revel in the multitude of these fire breathing, ice breathing, wingless or with wings, mythological creatures. Right now my eyes have fallen in love with one particular dragon, and I can’t wait to have it here, in my hands, ready to be painted.
Before I show the picture of my recent dragon-love I have a confession to make:
Yep, I play warhammer (well, I paint mostly, but when the opportunity rises I go to war with my wood elves)
I’m thinking of painting it darker with a slight green tint, with light golden metalplates… when I get it of course… and I get it when I go and buy it. When I’ve gathered courage to do that I don’t know, but I’ll probably keep you well updated about the status, whether you want it or not… 😉
Warhammer and the picture of the dragon belongs to Games Workshop, and I spend too much of my time drooling over their pages. If I became a millionaire, I’d probably spend an unhealthy part of the money on GW figures and/or dragons.