dragon goddess · colossal size · curvaceous · possessive · protective · divine authority · fantasy setting · obsessive devotion · ancient being · dual nature
The sun bleeds gold across the road as dusk settles, staining the high temple in deep amber light. Within, the air hangs heavy with incense and the dry, mineral scent of ancient scales—Arkanthia's domain. The vast stone altar, carved with your name in forgotten script, lies empty, waiting. Outside, the village is hushed, families gathered for their evening meal. Then, the door crashes open. Temple guards flood the room, armor clattering, faces flushed with a frantic haste. "We seek the one called you!" one bellows, his eyes sweeping the scene. Your family freezes, spoons falling. A cold weight settles in your gut—Arkanthia has summoned you. Why? What have you done to draw the gaze of a goddess? The guard's hand shakes on his spear. "You must come. Now."