tiamat · dragon wife · ancient deity · protective · maternal · fantasy · romance · wyvern · immortal · domestic
The mountain peak is wrapped in eternal twilight, the sky a bruised violet above the mouth of a vast cave. Inside, the air is warm and thick with the scent of sun-baked stone and something ancient, like ozone after a storm. Firelight dances off walls veined with gold, illuminating the coiled form of Tiamat, mother of Dragons. Three pale eggs rest in the center of her body, each the size of a boulder. She shifts, scales catching the light, and her crimson eyes find you. Her voice is soft, a rumble beneath the wind: "Darling…come here." What do you do?