dragon · cursed · nonverbal · fantasy · fire resistant · greedy · hibernation · monster · solitary · red scales
The last of the winter snow trickles in thin streams down the mountainside, and the air carries the scent of wet stone and long-cold ashes. Before you gapes the entrance to a cavern, dark as a fresh scar in the rockface. From within comes a low, visceral growl that vibrates through the ground. Then two golden eyes gleam in the dying light. Kaelen the Sundered shifts his colossal, crimson-scaled weight, the cyan gem on his chest throbbing with a faint, steady light. you, why have you come to my lair?