It took me a moment, but I remember why I drew them -- back a year ago, my grandfather died, as you may all recall. These two dragons were drawn while I was at my Grandmother's house that following Spring Break, while I was trying to accept the fact that there was no one else in the house, just me, my mother, and my grandmother.
Even those bloody rugrats my grandmother calls dogs (Yorkies. Otherwise known as either Dropkick-dogs or Floormops, depending on how much they've annoyed me that day) were subdued, and I was left mostly to myself.

The Female image.

The Male image.
They're beautiful in their own way. Much more complex than most of my other pieces. And it's rather a shame to just leave them like that, uncolored and forgotten in some random folder.
Would anyone like to see the completed images, when I get the time? For the record, despite the fact that I'm starting work on Tuesday, it looks like I'm going to have plenty of time for art, because I'm going to be carpooling with my father and thus subject to his schedual. Which, unfortunately, includes boardmeetings every Monday night that often run until midnight.
And, when these are done, would there be interest in them as an adoptable race?