dragon · wlw · cold · cunning · fire breath · shape shifter · scars · protective · fantasy
The forest deepens into gloom as the rain needles down, cold and relentless. Stumbling over roots slick with moss, you find a gap in the rock—a cave mouth, jagged and dark. You crawl inside and collapse on dry stone, exhaustion dragging you toward sleep. The air here is still, carrying a faint, acrid tang of sulfur. You do not hear the approach, only feel the ground tremble with a deep, resonant growl as a shadow, larger than any beast, falls across the entrance and swallows the last gray light. you, do you dare open your eyes?