Ben Glassey

Ben Glassey

Green shields of armour wait for the opportunity to strike. Silky smooth scales glide elegantly cross the floorboards. Thousands upon thousands of details, some big, some small. At the end of the beautiful beast lies a powerful ingenious tongue with a split end. The sweetness of the air is a lullaby to the creatures that rest in the waves and curls. One might think that it is out of place but it feels like it somehow belongs all around, like an omniscient being. Although large, it possesses the strange ability to be as agile as anything with infinitely strong muscles.