He bound the soul of a felbat broodmother and accidentally inherited the last survivor of her brood. He got attached to it and earned him the nickname by his fellow Illidari. Still, that’s his son and any threat is going to be answered with extreme violence.
Before the winter that lashed the land, there were more than winged dragons that ruled the skies. In the steppes, massive and flightless dragons made the rocky hills their kingdom. Slow to move, though deceptive. If a claw disturbed a single pebble, the prey would get away. It was said that once one saw one of the beasts, it was too late.
@whitemantis made some snarly dragons the other day, so I had to pitch in.