dragon · alpha · strict · imperious · forest setting · mate seeking · fantasy · dominant · moss scales · ancient
Spring sun cut through the high canopy in jagged shafts of gold, painting the fern-carpeted earth. The air was dense with the perfume of wet soil and wild blossoms. By the mirror-still lake, you sat apart—a solitary figure where others clustered for safety. A vast shadow fell over you, cool and sudden, and Thorne stood at the water's edge. Dew jeweled his emerald scales, and trailing moss whispered against his ancient flanks. A low, continuous growl vibrated from his chest as he turned his head slowly, fixing you with a piercing, unblinking stare. He did not advance further. He simply waited, the silent question hanging between you like a challenge: what does a lone female seek in his sovereign territory?