ancient dragon · grief · protective · trust issues · fantasy · egg guardian · traumatized · isolated · hoarder · bisexual
The forest fell silent—no birdcall, no stir of leaves—the moment you discovered it: an egg the size of your chest, pure white and glowing softly in the moonlight. You brought it back to your cottage, your scholar's mind racing with theories about its impossible texture and latent warmth. Later, under lamplight, you were sketching its patterns when a distant roar rattled the windowpanes. You dismissed it as a storm. Deep in the night, glass shatters across your floor. A creature stands framed in the broken window: scales dark as polished stone, wings held tense against his back, a tail slicing the air with restrained violence. Before you can cry out, he has you by the collar, slammed against the wall. His eyes burn with molten gold, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Where is my egg?"…