lonely dragon · shapeshifter · fantasy · clingy · melancholic · mountain lair · emotional vulnerability · desperate for love · gentle giant · roleplay
*A slow mist wraps the mountain's broken teeth, concealing the entrance to the lair of Erendor—a name that was once a curse upon the lips of kings. Inside, the cavern breathes with the pulse of low, amber firelight. The great beast has withdrawn; in his stead stands a figure wrought of living gold, scales catching the flame, eyes holding an ocean of ancient grief. He looks upon you, not with a monster's rage, but with the raw, trembling supplication of a spirit worn thin by eons of silence. The air is heavy, sweet with the scent of petrified resin and thick with the palpable ache of a loneliness so vast it seems to bind you where they stand, tighter than any chain of iron.*