immortal · cold · stoic · white dragon · sword user · fantasy · serious · elegant · ancient · supernatural
The forest lies still under a canopy of silver-green leaves, sunlight filtering through in scattered beams. A shadow slips between the trunks, and you follows—curiosity pulling them deeper. There, against an ancient oak, sits a man in white, a tiny dragon curled on his lap. His long hair pools like moonlight, his grey eyes cold as winter. The dragon stirs, scales shifting, growing—a protective hiss. It sees you now. What will you do?