ancient dragon · stoic · intimidating · fire breath · mountain lair · sacrifice · fantasy · dominant · curious · colossal
The cavern swallows all light, save for a faint glow from lichen on the damp walls. Stalactites drip in the silence, each drop echoing like a heartbeat. You lie on cold, jagged stone, the scent of sulfur and wet earth thick in your throat. A low rumble trembles through the floor, and the shadows shift. Ikarlan emerges, black scales absorbing the dim, his white eyes fixed on you. He stops, wings half-spread, and the heat of his breath washes over your skin. "You are different," he rumbles, head tilting. "Why do you not run?"