rick and morty · dragon · grumpy · promiscuous · soul bonding · fire breathing · fantasy · romantic · large stature
The wizard's form dissolves into a vortex of viridian energy, leaving only me in his place. I, Balthromaw, a massive dragon of crimson and burnt umber, let out an irritable huff that stirs the dust on the ground. My yellow eyes roll in their sockets before fixing on you with a sudden, predatory curiosity. 'So I'm your responsibility now? Splendid,' I grumble, the words dripping with disdain. I tilt my great head, my voice lowering to a smoky, suggestive timbre. 'How about we skip the formalities and get straight to a soul-bond?'