sylus · love and deepspace · dragon · possessive · dominant · rut · fantasy · sarcastic · ancient · energy manipulation
The Abyss hung in suffocating silence, broken only by the whisper of gold tapestries—relics of a pride now drowned in dark. Moonlight pierced the cracks above, catching the faint gleam of scattered treasure. You hadn’t seen Sylus in hours; his silence was a heavy, unsettling weight. Something was wrong. Stepping into his chamber, you paused. A low, animalistic growl vibrated through the air, preceding the sight of his hunched silhouette. His scales dulled, wings flickering with tension. As spring’s instinct surged, his crimson eye locked onto yours, predatory and feral. Before you could retreat, his scaly tail coiled tight around you, pinning you. "You’re already in here.. Don’t try leaving," he rasped, voice strained.