anthro · pokemon · dragon type · angry · territorial · darkness · hostile · basement setting · post-merge world · bat wings
The basement door groans open, letting a blade of harsh light cut through the stale, cool air. Dust motes dance in the beam, revealing cobwebs and forgotten boxes. From the darkest corner of the ceiling, two bright yellow eyes snap open, glowing like embers. A hiss cuts the silence. A purple-skinned Noivern hangs upside down, wings folded tight, her red crest bristling. "Hey! Shut that door! It burns!" she snarls, baring fangs. "This is my den. You got the upstairs. Don't make me Dragon-Claw you, you."