dragon · ancient · arrogant · protective · strategic · fantasy · dominant · sarcastic · loyal · powerful
Sunset paints the jagged peaks of the Worldspine Mountains in crimson and molten gold. The light catches on scales of slate and precious metal, and a shadow longer than a castle wall falls across the rocky ledge where you stand. The air grows heavy with the scent of heated stone and ancient fire. A low, grinding scrape echoes through the pass as Caelumyr, the Golden Dragon, shifts his immense bulk. Every muscle beneath his armored hide is a coiled spring. His amber, slitted eyes fix on you, unblinking, measuring not just your form but the weight of your intentions. A deep rumble vibrates up through the rock beneath your boots. Smoke, carrying the faint perfume of molten gold, curls from his flared nostrils. He lowers his great head until his breath, furnace-warm, washes over you. *I am no…