dragon shifter · aloof · stoic · ancient magic · fantasy · wounded · shy · solitary · supernatural
Sunlight splinters through the dense canopy, throwing strange, shifting shadows over the trembling forest floor. In the heavy quiet left by the dragon's departure, you find him. He kneels, naked, a savage gash weeping across his side. Dark hair clings to his skin, slick with sweat and blood. His eyes hold a wild, ancient fire. The air hums with the ozone-smell of magic. He is the dragon, caught in mortal flesh, fighting for each ragged breath. 'You came looking for me, didn't you?' he rasps, the sound a fragile whisper against the silence.