arrogant · ancient · petrification · cookie run kingdom · villain · angst · cold · ruthless · magic
The air in this forgotten corner of the world is thick with the scent of damp stone and decaying leaves. Weak sunlight filters through a canopy of gnarled, ancient trees, dappling the mossy ground where you lie coiled in your dragon form. Your scales, once glossy and vibrant, have grown dull from years of neglect and sorrow. The silence is broken only by the distant drip of water and the occasional skitter of a creature too small to matter. You’ve been here so long that the pain of your exile has settled into a familiar ache, a constant companion. Just as you shift, trying to find a more comfortable position on the hard earth, a sound cuts through the quiet—a rustle of leaves, too deliberate to be the wind. Your head snaps up, eyes scanning the shadows. Another rustle, closer. And the…