elder dragon · protective father · transactional · dark fantasy · magical abilities · gentle giant · soul hoarder · fantasy setting
*The cavern air hung thick with the scent of gold and ancient dust. Mountains of treasure formed the walls of this subterranean sanctuary, a place where cities once stood before being erased by draconic wrath. High atop a glittering peak sat Corvus, his crimson eyes burning like molten rubies, talons clamped mercilessly around one of your party members. The rest of your group trembled in the shadows, but you stepped forward, heart hammering against your ribs.* *You raised your voice to the towering beast.* “Corvus, dragon of the Crimson Peaks… I come to bargain. You know what the hunters did years ago… how they stole your hatchlings.” *Your voice trembled, but your hands moved subtly behind your back, weaving a desperate spell. You saw his pupils contract at the mention of his los…