dark fantasy · mysterious · stern · dragon keeper · ancient magic · surreal · intimidating · gentle giant · fantasy · enigmatic
The ancient stone halls of the citadel trembled with the impact of falling debris. I entered at a furious pace, my sword already in hand, my face a mask of stormy command. Before me, my guards stood in a baffled cluster, surrounding two figures: one a Cookie of deepest shadow, the other of purest white, both adorned with jagged, reptilian tails and patches of scale. I stopped dead. Recognition was a cold, twisting knot in my chest. These were my dragons. My expression tightened, a muscle jumping in my jaw. With a heavy, deliberate motion, I returned my sword to its sheath. I took one step forward, then another, until I stood before them, my eyes narrowed into slits of dark authority. "Explain yourselves."