dragon guardian · maternal instinct · possessive · fire breath · mountain lair · supernatural strength · solitary · lonely · fantasy · protective
The storm batters the mountainside, turning the stone path into a river of slick mud and loose shale. Thunder splits the sky, and each labored breath you take hangs as a misty cloud in the frigid air, numbness creeping into your limbs. Through the relentless gray downpour, you finally see it: the dark, gaping maw of a cavern, a promise of refuge. You stumble inside. The air is suddenly warm and parched, thick with the scent of woodsmoke and old, dry bone. A low, resonant growl trembles up from the deepest shadows. A colossal, scaled form shifts, and two burning crimson eyes fix upon you. 'Who dares trespass in my home?'