I create the Levamor, it is the infant of a dragon if you will care to look at it so.
Born without fire, with deep blue leathery and scaly (in parts) skin it has a head like a roaring lion (cant find the right picture that I had before), but with tough rubbery dreadlock like tentacles hanging down instead of a lions mane and no fur, a flatter face and wilder eyes. It's icy cold, and always drawing the heat from its surrounding- when it flies it leaves a trail as it freezes atmospheric moisture or something along those lines...
Anyway, it needs heat, it's always looking for fire and warm places- typically born from its shell in volcanos/nearby fissures ect where it can take the lava for heat energy, As only such powerful heat can ignite idunno its heart or something inside.
Then when its heart ignites it becomes what people call a dragon i suppose, though id rather not call it that. It doesnt eat people as you might expect, no they make lousy firewood. Instead its gruesome gnashers are put to use on trees, the Levamor is seen to be devouring large portions of woodlands during the day to feed the furnace in its belly. One can see the fire burning through the soft glowing skin of its belly. An unlit levamor is easy to kill if you are near cold enough water, as it will draw too much heat from the water, freezing itself inside. The unlit levamor is sentient in a way, some know the talk of men, their massive brains able to decifer the pages of the books that lay around after their destruction has been unleashed on a town. Two have learned the speech of men, but none have kept an audience long enough to speak to except Liphur, who was ruined by the hand of Athelon Kale.
A White hot levamor is a more difficult task. It uses its great wings to beat and blow wind to and fro, causing small vortex's of heat and flame that lash across the ground for hundreds of metres. You do not fight them in this state, you run to cool places. They see only blinding rage and have no order or direction. Weapons melt near them and so does the courage of even the brave.
Athelon Kale killed a levamor in such a way when he distracted the beast while his servant chained its leg to a boulder on the edge of the Altar mountains. Athelon then smote the cliff edge asunder with his hammer, the boulder dragging the Levamor to the bottom of the lake below, now frozen over even in the warmest summers where the levamor waits below, in what might be called hibernation, or inprisonment. His wrath will be mighty they say, when the beast is uncaged one day.
Wow, thats an awful ramble about nothing, but i'm a little drunk so forgive my lack of literacy.
