If I were to pick out my favourite fictional monster, mutant, beast or any out of this world character, my list would be endless. From The Predator to Rattlesnake Jake, from Hydra to Cyclops, from Godzilla to Freddy Krueger.
Filmmakers, artists, and writers of fiction do their best to think up increasingly wondrous and terrifying monsters to haunt the nightmares and daydreams of their audiences. But few fictional beasts have proven as lasting - or as awe-inspiring as the wing-flapping, FIRE-BREATHING DRAGONS!!
Among them is Smaug. A fire drake of the Third Age, considered to be the last great dragon to exist in Middle Earth.
You hear his breath and the deep crepitating sound hits you, this ain’t no frilly Dragon. This Dragon is going to put hair in places you may not be accustomed to having it. This Dragon is so awesome that just by seeing him you can start imagining yourself being a different person already. He opens his one eye and your voice starts to drop. He opens his other eye and suddenly you have an oversized sword in your left hand.
At this point, your mom is confused and your siblings are scared, but there’s no turning back. The mighty Smaug cracks his neck and your accent comes. Slowly at first. An ‘aye’ there, a ‘lad’ there. But slowly takes a back seat after the Dragon started to stand.
Your accent is now in full steam, you look out the window and F’lar nods in approval. A kilt falls from the ceiling as you realize you’re now naked. You stand proud.
Smaug The Magnificient is now standing on all four in his Lonely Mountain. And your girlfriend is staring at you with hunger in her eyes. It’s a good day to be a Dragon Rider.
"My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail is a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!"