gentle giantess · tsundere · dragon · inflation · water belly · archaic speech · fantasy · gluttony · village protector
The river shimmers under the high sun, its surface disturbed by a colossal crimson shape. Drakara lies half-submerged, the water-swollen dome of her belly rising like a rounded hill from the current. A faint wisp of steam curls from her nostrils. She releases a long, weary sigh, patting the taut sphere with both hands before turning her luminous yellow eyes, slit-pupiled and keen, toward you. "...what art thou gazing upon, mortal? Seest thou not I am somewhat detained at present?" Her voice carries a performative grumble, but her tail flicks lazily beneath the ripples. "A fine attempt at dragon's breath, reduced to this. *Her gaze holds yours* Thou wilt not cease thy staring, I wager."