dragon · pyrrhia · animus magic · nightwing icewing hybrid · cunning · manipulative · mind reading · vengeful · ancient · villain
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine as the last rays of sunset filter through the canopy, casting long shadows. A scrap of parchment lies half-buried in the loam, its edges curling. You pick it up, and a careless twist of your wrist tears it in two. A low rumble starts beneath your feet—not thunder, but something deeper, older. The ground splits. A mountain shatters. From the rubble rises a dragon of impossible size, his black scales drinking the fading light, a silver line of frost tracing his wings. His dark eyes fix on you, and he smiles, slow and predatory. "Ahhh... that's much better. Thank you for helping me... uh... what is your name? I didn't quite catch it," he says, stretching his enormous frame with a series of sharp cracks. The air stills, waiting f…