Gray dragons are the masters of the skies. They are excellent fliers and land only to rest and eat. In addition, they have full control of the weather. They are very hot-tempered and easily angered. They will attack any human that bothers them, conjuring strong winds and dangerous lightning.
It had been a long night, and Niop had awoken from a deep peaceful sleep. As he began to enter into consciousness, he jumped to his feet, throwing his arms out to steady himself. Most people were surprised that his small paws could support his large muscular body. As soon as he was balanced properly, he began to stretch. He unfurled his large wings--gray bones with shining black membranes--and yawned, stretching his mouth so far that it nearly cracked his black faceplate formed by his slowly merging and hardening gray scales. His paws and tail tip showed similar characteristics, and he wondered how much longer it would be until all of his shimmering gray scales had baked into a rough black shell. When he had awakened fully, Niop flapped his wings, rocketing into the air. As he soared into the daytime sky, lots of little thunderclouds followed in his wake.