This is the sort of thing you get when I have no idea what to write.
....
Seriously no idea.

Perfection
By Tyger.

Sunlight streams through finely-stretched membrane between bird-like bones; the same light bounces off sparkling scales the same colour and texture as fine china, but infinitely tougher.
Silver fangs and claws gleam in the sunbeams, easily cleaned by a lick of a long tongue.
Lone, fine tail swishing in the breeze, shattering boulders with effortless grace.
Hot, wet breath smelling of meat and sulphur, of prey and lightning.
Ice-blue eyes peering out from an elegant, almost flamboyant face regard all comers with an intelligent, though still predatory gaze.
They were his dragons.
They were perfection.
Oh yes, they were perfection indeed.