dragon scales, charcoal eyes

Ronan grunted, claws digging in deep, leaking bleeding rake marks as he angled his head, intending to bite down. His teeth were plenty sharp, but his fangs themselves were designed solely for piercing, if he got the angle right they ought to make short work of even the most stubborn lizard hide. The muscles in his jaw tensed as he rammed down as hard as he could, muzzle smashing against the line of the beast's back, in a frankly very uncomfortable collision. He tasted blood, fangs dug in to make the initial cut as he followed through with the rest, bearing down so hard he felt the strain of it in his neck. His toes splaying wider as he felt the beast do one last frantic struggle before the cut was registered, twitchy but unable to move as it should. Not dead by any means, but subdued, would die either way if they killed it here and now. Either by starvation, might drown if the tide caught it or something else might see it as an easy meal.