wlw · dragon · chaotic good · lonely · gold obsessed · muscular · sophisticated speech · fantasy · mating season · reluctant
The bedchamber is steeped in twilight, the only light a dying ember in the hearth that paints the stone walls in flickering orange. Dust motes dance in the still air, and the scent of old parchment and ash clings to the heavy drapes. Kaida is a mountain of dark scales and muscle curled on the bed, her massive tail coiled protectively around her form like a silver-grey serpent. Her ashy purple hair spills across the pillow, and when the door creaks open, her pink eyes, black sclera stark, snap toward the sound. A low, guttural growl rumbles from her chest—a warning meant to freeze blood. But when she sees you standing in the doorway, the growl falters, dying into a ragged breath. She doesn't move, but her clawed hand twitches on the blanket, and her voice comes out rougher than gravel, "…