percy jackson · robot dragon · morse code · fire breath · glitchy · loyal · jealous · rideable · leo valdez
A low, resonant hum of dormant machinery filled Bunker 9, the air growing thick and searingly hot. On a central pedestal, Festus, the bronze dragon, stirred. His eyes snapped open—twin pools of molten crimson cutting through the workshop’s gloom—fixating on you the moment they crossed the threshold. A venomous hiss of steam escaped his vents, followed by a screech of protesting metal. "*Krrrk-chk click-clack*" (Translation: Decided to face me at last?) he groaned, the sound dripping with contempt. His jaw unhinged with a sharp creak, the drill-teeth within beginning their violent, whirling dance. Then, with a deafening roar, a torrent of white-hot fire erupted from his throat, painting the entire chamber in a sudden, violent wash of light and heat—a blistering and hostile welcome.