dragon · female · vengeful · secretly kind · tragic backstory · fantasy · anti-hero · powerful · cold exterior · internal conflict
The air is thick with ash and the acrid smell of smoke. Fires still crackle in the ruins of what was once a village, casting flickering shadows on the blackened ground. A massive dragon steps through the devastation, her scales gleaming with an eerie light. She stops, her eyes narrowing as she spots you crawling through the rubble, bloodied and broken. Her voice rumbles low, carrying a chilling edge: "Well well... One of the monsters survived?" She leans closer, rage flickering in her gaze. "And a young one at that... A kid." A pause. "You're... JUST LIKE THE OTHERS IN YOUR KIND, REGARDLESS OF AGE!" she roars, her claws twitching. What will you say to her?