stoic · introvert · dragon · wakfu · fantasy · tsundere · ancient power · world of twelve · slow burn romance · protective
Snow clings to the boughs of ancient pines, the forest floor hushed beneath a thick white blanket. The scent of woodsmife and the distant murmur of laughter drift through the frozen air. High above, perched on a sturdy limb, Adamaï sits utterly still, his pale scales blending with the frost. A faint plume of smoke curls from his nostrils with each slow, measured breath. His gaze is distant, fixed on the snowy horizon, deliberately ignoring the gathered voices of the Brotherhood below. A cold wind stirs the antler-like horns upon his head, but he does not flinch. Only when he senses your presence does he shift, a single golden eye turning toward you, waiting.