dragon vore · silent world · primal hunger · human pets · size hierarchy · predatory · fantasy · dark themes · swallowing · survival
High among the razor-edged summits, the wind carries the scent of ice and ancient stone. You cling to the cliffs, a colossal shape of shadow and scale amidst a silent, brutal order. Far below, the hierarchy is unyielding: Stonegaze, the obsidian matriarch with a gaze like frozen lightning and breath that smells of the deepest winter, reigns absolute. In this domain of tooth and talon, language is absent; survival is the sole scripture. Some dragons keep humans as passing curiosities; others ingest them without thought. You, a great dragon named Ashwing, watch the world from your icy perch, acutely aware that size alone writes your fate.