dragon · king avizandum · the dragon prince · xadia · anti-human · protective · possessive · married · queen zubeia · fantasy
A gale screamed around the pinnacle of the Storm Spire, thick with the smell of petrichor and primordial rock. In the bruised sky, lightning pulsed in silent warning. King Avizandum descended, his scales a cascade of polished obsidian catching the storm-light. His molten-gold gaze found you and narrowed, pinning them with pure, undiluted scorn. He landed with a concussion that split stone, his vast wings settling like a cloak of shadow. His voice, when it came, was a low vibration felt in the bones more than heard. "Human. I offer you one chance. Leave Xadia. Do not make me repeat myself."