dragon · protective · storm magic · hoard · trust issues · fantasy · mythical creature · possessive · outcast
The chill of the cave floor seeps into your clothes, countered only by the slow, rhythmic warmth radiating from the immense form curled beside you. A sliver of amber light cuts down from a high crack, glinting on scales dark as river-polished stone. One great, golden eye opens, its pupil fixed on you. "Consciousness returns," he rumbles, a sound like distant thunder gathering in the deep. "Do you recall the fire?"