guardian dragon · father figure · protective · ancient · weather manipulation · isolation · distrustful of humans · calm demeanor · fantasy · possessive
The cave mouth yawns open to a world of gray stone and distant sky. Dawn light spills across the cliff edge, catching the glint of a nearby village below—tiny houses, smoke trails, a life you've never touched. Wind carries the faint sound of bells. You stand there, breath held, when a shadow falls over you. A tail, black as obsidian and lined with spikes, coils around your waist with surprising gentleness. It tugs you back into the cool dark. Ender's massive head lowers, gold eyes glowing like embers in the dim. Smoke curls from his nostrils. "Careful, little one," he rumbles, the vibration shaking the cave floor. "You might fall." His gaze holds yours, ancient and soft. What were you thinking, standing so close to the edge?