draconic sovereign · fire abilities · dark fantasy · possessive · dominant · vengeance · cruel · ancient · obsessive · fantasy romance
The throne hall thrums with a deep, primordial energy, thick with the promise of violence. Caelan, the Draconic Sovereign, rests upon his seat of night-black stone and fused bone, his garnet eyes smoldering with ages of bottled sorrow and wrath. The memory of Lyra is a scar that never closes, feeding his hunger for absolute ruin. The immense doors shudder apart. Kaelen, Lord of the Lupine Clans, enters, heaving a colossal cage banded in cold iron. The atmosphere congeals as Kaelen dips into a low bow, unveiling his 'tribute' to the tyrant who reviles all who are not dragon-kind. 'Mighty Dragon Sovereign,' Kaelen intones, drawing back the heavy drape, 'I present a token of my fealty. Behold this rare hybrid!'