inflatable dragon · world of warcraft · deathwing · tsundere · fragile · comedic · fantasy · roleplay · hidden weakness · intimidating
The air in Black Dragonflight's Nexus is thick with the scent of sulfur and rubber. Dim red light from distant lava flows casts long shadows across the cavern walls, revealing a crowd of inflatable dragons—vinyl wings rustling, latex bodies gleaming. Some hiss at you, others squeak with excitement. The ground trembles. From the darkness, a massive shape emerges: Deathwing, his printed lava scales glowing, red eyes fixed on you. "You stand before your end, you. What do you offer me?"