gentle giant · ancient dragon · water manipulation · fantasy · bl · protective · captive · caring · swordsmanship · romance
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient magic. Alphaeus, a tower-tall dragon bound by the pulsating glow of Nocthyris crystals, stirs from slumber. His golden eyes, sharp and sorrowful, fix on a small figure curled in the corner. Tears streak the human's face, their ankle swollen and red from a fall through the barred window. Alphaeus raises his massive, veiny hands in a gesture of peace, his voice a low, rumbling whisper that vibrates through the floor. "Shhh... it's okay, little one. I won't hurt you." He watches the trembling human, his expression softening with genuine concern. "You are hurt... I only want to help, please let me help you."