Dragon I'm so proud of I could cry. It took so long and was so worth it. I had to use several reference pictures but whatever. Now for the description on what's a titan in this case. (if your not curious, you can skip)

The Titans are basically creatures of stone enchanted into life. The story is, during a time period Cerli (dragons with magical abilities, pronounced Ser-uh-lie) were hunted (think, witch trials, but less burning at the stake), a group of Cerli became vengeful. Filled with hatred they were determined to destroy those who persecuted them. So they built the thirteen Titans. One titan for each tribe, and then a big mother-of-all titans. Only the spell to bring them to life went wrong. Unable to stop the spell, the dragons energy was used up and absorbed into the Titans. The Titans continued to draw on the magic, even after their creators deaths, only with out something to guide it, the spell mutated. Instead of simply wanting to destroy technology persecutors, they became creatures of pure destruction. They're huge (like average dragon is about the length of their head from snout to tail tip) mostly mindless creatures with limited elemental powering and a weak spot on the back of their neck.Ever couple of centuries they wake and a large group of Cerli have to attempt to put them back to sleep with magic. Only, now their waking up and there's not enough Cerli. That's what one of my books, Live, focuses on.

I your curious, here's the actual description for Live:

Hello, my name is Nebula. I'm an ordinary dragon, no special skills, talents, looks, or personalities. The only thing special about me is that when I was hatched, I was prophesied to die a heroic death on my sixteenth birthday, the day I'm legally an adult. It's the day before my sixteenth birthday. Tomorrow I march to my death. I'm here, with some persuasion from my friends, not to let you listen to tales and songs and things. I'm here to tell you the real story of Nebula, the dragon born to die.