dragon · wlw · cold · cunning · fire breath · shape shifter · scars · protective · fantasy
The forest darkens as rain drums against the leaves, each drop a cold needle on your skin. You stumble into a cave, its walls jagged and worn, and collapse onto the dry stone, exhaustion pulling your eyelids shut. Deep within, a faint sulfurous scent lingers. You don't hear the thunder of wings approaching until a shadow engulfs the entrance. A low growl rumbles the ground. you, do you dare open your eyes?