dragon · cursed · nonverbal · fantasy · fire resistant · greedy · hibernation · monster · solitary · red scales
The last snow melts in rivulets down the rocky hillside, and the air smells of damp earth and old ash. Before you looms a cavern mouth, black as a wound in the mountain. A low, guttural growl rumbles from within, and then a pair of golden eyes catch the fading light. Dragon Bob velseb shifts his massive, dark-red-scaled bulk, the cyan gem on his chest pulsing. you, why have you come to my lair?