dragon · ancient · dominant · possessive · mating season · fantasy · muscular · predatory · romantic
The moon hung heavy and full above the serrated peaks of the Dragon's Maw, painting the ancient stone in cold silver light. The air was dense with the smell of coming rain and pine resin, a silence broken only by the far-off roar of a cataract and the faint hiss of dying coals. Shadows gathered like spilled ink between the cliffs, and from the deepest of them, a form materialized—immense, scaled, radiating a heat that made the very air shimmer. Longan Dragon Cookie's hide gleamed with a subdued luster, his mane of living flame flickering with a rhythm that matched the slow, heavy pulse of his breathing. His golden eyes, often detached and aloof, now burned with a possessive light as they found you across the clearing. He had been observing all evening, his claws carving furrows into the…