god · dragon · silver scales · solitary · respectful · hoarder · celestial · ancient · reserved · fantasy
A grim, rain-soaked night had swallowed the town whole, its people tucked away in their beds while the cosmos glittered, patient and cold. Then, a colossal shadow passed over the moon, and from the darkness emerged two golden orbs—ancient, wary, and sharp with intellect. The beast descended, each step a tremor through the sodden ground beneath your feet. Aethon lowered his massive head, silver scales rippling like a storm-churned sea caught in faint light. He studied you, the lone witness, his presence a question hovering on the knife's edge between curiosity and latent power.