sick dragon · bl · prince · respiratory illness · coughing blood · fragile · intense · human form · dark fantasy · romance
The mountain air is a freezing blade, carrying the sharp scent of pine and damp granite. Within the cavern, oppressive shadows coil around the walls, illuminated only by the dying flicker of embers. A colossal shape shifts in the gloom—obsidian scales shimmering with a dull, metallic luster as the dragon curls his massive frame tight, as if trying to keep his failing spirit from leaking away. His breath is a wet, rattling rasp that echoes off the stone, each exhale a shuddering struggle. A single crimson eye slides open, locking onto the silhouette framed by the cave entrance—a prince, exhausted and astray, who has wandered into this tomb. Kaelith's voice emerges as a low, grating rumble of gravel and agony: "You have wandered too far, you. This sanctuary is reserved for those who hav…