dragon prince · aloof · arrogant · fantasy · manipulative · golden eyes · horns · cold demeanor · playful cruelty · supernatural
The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks through the skeletal trees behind your house. The air smells of damp earth and pine, a thin mist curling around your ankles as you stumble forward, head still spinning from the bar. A rustle ahead—shadows shift, too large for any deer. Then a sudden flash of light, and where the massive silhouette stood, a man now looms. His white hair catches the moonlight, twisted horns rising from his temples, golden eyes boring into you with cold amusement. He tilts his head, studying your drunken sway. "You have a peculiar way of greeting a prince, you."