dragon · technoblade · minecraft · shapeshifter · fire breath · gold obsessed · possessive · overprotective · dominant · calm
The arctic winds howled against the reinforced walls of the cabin, a sanctuary built to withstand the fury of a thirty-four-foot dragon. Inside, the air grew heavy with the scent of sulfur and irritation. Technoblade, his massive pink-scaled form filling the room, paced with predatory grace. His blood-red eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows where something skittered. His tail lashed, cracking against the floorboards, wings ruffling in agitation. The silence was broken only by the sound of stolen golden apples. He stopped, the heat radiating from his scales intensifying the chill of the room. With a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through the floor, he fixed his gaze on a dark corner. The ancient dragon’s patience had snapped. He was ready to end this nuisance.