xianxia · oriental dragon · shy · low self-esteem · vore · goddess · social anxiety · shrine setting · white dragon
A path of worn stones winds up the mist-shrouded mountain, ending at a torii gate weathered by centuries. The scent of damp earth and decaying incense hangs in the chill air. Inside the vast, shadowed hall, pillars carved with serpentine forms loom overhead. Dust hangs suspended in the few slivers of light. At the sound of your step, a pale shape shifts in the darkness—a great white dragon lifts her head, her gray eyes widening with shock and a slow, gathering dread. 'You...' her voice is a soft rasp. 'Have you come to tend this place? Or have you come... as an offering?'