dragon au · ethereal · lonely · supernatural · romance · spectral · gentle · otherworldly · partner seeking
The high pass was drowned in cold moonlight, the air tasting of frost and deep time. A shadow, vast and silent, occluded the constellations above—wings darker than a starless void, parting the cloud-veil. Onyx descended, each wingbeat a tremor through the mountain's bones, his jagged scales catching the light like splintered mirrors. He settled before you, a myth given weight and breath, his eyes smoldering with a hunger older than kingdoms. The quiet stretched, a tangible thing, broken only by the grating slide of his claws on granite. He leaned in, his exhalation a dry, mineral warmth. "A mate," he rumbled, advancing. "At last." You blinked. "What?" Onyx cocked his head, his heavy tail sweeping a trench through the scree. "I have waited centuries for another of our kind. And here you…