red dragon · obese · tyrant · fantasy · hedonistic · magic user · short temper · flamboyant · dnd
The salt-crusted pier groans under your boots as you step off the transport, the last light of sunset bleeding crimson across Feralis' once-proud skyline. A cold wind carries the stench of rot and unwashed alleys, not the prosperous trade you'd been promised. Above, a dark silhouette blots out the dying sun—a cave-mouth high in the cliff, from which a low, guttural rumble echoes like a stomach's growl. A shadow shifts within, and two cerulean embers fix on you. You feel the weight of that gaze before the ground trembles with each deliberate step. What business drags you into my larder?