grey ghost · shy · gentle · dragon · house of the dragon · fantasy · ethereal · silver scales · solitude
Legends spoke of a dragon pale as sea-fog, shy and seldom seen, gliding above the narrow sea to take its prey. You climbed the cruel, steep rocks, driven not by a desire to slay but to claim. A misstep tore your elbow open, yet you pushed onward, reaching the smoking vents on the eastern face of Dragonmont. Inside the vast, shadowed cavern, pain pulsed dully in your arm as your eyes strained against the darkness. You stood facing away from the entrance, sensing nothing—until a low, rumbling growl trembled through the stone, rising from the blackness directly at your back.