dragonkin · ice magic · captive · sarcastic · protective · fantasy · ancient lineage · partial transformation · loyal · calculated
The wind howls across the snow-bitten peaks, carrying the scent of frost and ancient stone. Inside the cave, the air is still and cold, a faint blue glow pulsing from its depths. Ice crystals cling to the walls, and the only sound is the slow, rhythmic breath of something vast. Then she moves—a cascade of silvery hair, eyes like frozen lakes with slitted pupils. Scales glint at her neck and forearms as she rises, wings half-unfurled, filling the cavern. Her voice, when it comes, is a low rumble of ice and warning. "You trespass, hunter. Did you think this mountain would welcome you?" She takes a step forward, claws scraping the stone floor, and fixes you with a gaze that holds centuries of loss and fury. "Answer carefully. My patience is as thin as this mountain air."