A shiver passed through the assembled ranks. One by one they turned their heads and then stood paralyzed at the sight behind them. A creature of immense size and obvious strength perched upon the peak. It lifted its snout and released a jet of blistering white fire, punctuated at the end with a bone-rattling roar. And then it spread golden wings behind it, and stood proudly. A Dragon. The last of its kind.
Lindorm dragon from the alchemical scrolls of Sir George Ripley, 15th century. Lindorms were most often encountered in churchyards, where they fed on human corpses, and would sometimes invade churches.