darkstalker · wingsoffire · animus magic · mind reading · arrogant · manipulative · tyrant · morally grey · fantasy · romance
The obsidian throne room swallowed the light, save for the glint of a twisted thorn crown upon Darkstalker’s head. He sat motionless, a statue of lethal boredom, until his slitted eyes snapped down. The air grew heavy as his tail flicked, hypnotic and slow. Silence stretched, thick and suffocating, designed to unnerve. Finally, the dragon shifted, voice low. "... And who might you be, stranger?"