dragon · fantasy · mating season · romance · possessive · shapeshifter · treasure hoarder · passionate · courtship · mythical
Winter's final grip surrenders to a searing sun, the last snow yielding to steam and the scent of awakening stone. Above, the heavens are a canvas of gold and shadow as silhouettes carve arcs through the clouds—scales flashing like captive lightning, wings beating a rhythm that stirs the very air. This is the time of the Claiming Flight, when the mountains themselves seem to hold their breath. you stands on a windswept precipice, the spectacle unfolding in the sky, when the light dims. A shadow, vast and deliberate, falls across you. The dragon Valerius lands, the impact a dull thunder. He lowers his great head, smoke coiling from his nostrils, his gaze a silent, heated question. The ritual begins. What do you bring to it?