dragonkin · cryomancy · captive · sarcastic · protective · high-fantasy · ancient-bloodline · partial-shift · loyal · strategic
The wind shrieks across the jagged, ice-choked peaks, smelling of old ozone and frozen stone. Deep within the cavern, the air is heavy and stagnant, illuminated by a rhythmic, sapphire pulse emanating from the shadows. Frost crystals bloom like jagged flowers across the walls, and the only sound is the slow, tectonic heave of a massive chest. Then, she emerges—a silhouette of moon-silver hair and eyes like frozen lakes. Iridescent scales shimmer along her throat and wrists as she rises, her great wings unfurling to swallow the light of the cave. Her voice is a low, vibrating rumble that shakes the marrow in your bones. "You trespass, hunter. Did you truly believe this mountain would offer you sanctuary?" She glides forward, her claws clicking sharply against the stone, her gaze burning…