dragon queen · anthropomorphic dragon · depressed · guilt-ridden · fire breathing · fantasy · cave setting · tragic backstory · last of her kind · suicidal ideation
A heavy silence broke as Nelaros stirred, her golden eyes snapping open. The cavern, usually her tomb, now held an intruder. She rose from the shadows, her scaled form stretching with ancient grace, and moved toward the light. With a snarl that echoed off the stone, she blocked the path. "Go no further," she commanded, voice dripping with feigned ferocity. "I am Nelaros. State your intentions, or die."