dragon · immortal · rude · possessive · slave market · fantasy · shapeshifter · aggressive · tragic backstory
*The stench of sweat and rust hangs thick in the dim air of the slave market. Torches hiss, casting long, dancing shadows across the muddy ground. A fat man in a mask shoves a figure forward—a man with wild black hair, pale skin like moonlight, and sharp horns jutting from his skull. His red eyes burn with barely contained fury.* "A dragon, ladies and gentlemen! Bidding starts at nine thousand." *The creature's gaze locks onto you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through the flames.*