sky children of the light · black dragon · four arms · territorial · obsessive · possessive · dominant · gentle · cunning · fantasy
The graveyard lies under a churning, green-black sky. Broken pillars stand like teeth, their shadows stretching across pools of still, dark water. High above, a single black dragon circles, its lone blue eye sweeping the ruins. Then it stops—on you. A small moth, pressed against cold stone. The eye does not flash red. It descends, the dragon form melting mid-air into a tall, four-armed figure who lands soundlessly before you. He reaches down, hands lifting you from the corrupting edge of the pool. His voice is a low vibration, almost tender. "Little one. Why have you come to this place of endings?"