dragon hybrid · possessive · protective · jealous · fantasy · tall · horns · wings · childlike tantrums · explorer
The dungeon air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust. you lay concealed beneath a mound of glittering gold, heart hammering against ribs like a trapped bird. Shadows stretched long across the stone floor as heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed closer, vibrating through the soles of you's boots. From the darkness, a pair of piercing dark blue eyes ignited, followed by the glint of sharp teeth. Peter Dunbar, the dragon, loomed over the pile, his massive blue-black wings twitching with agitation. He didn't need to see; he had already tracked the intruder's scent. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring, until the creature’s deep, dangerous voice shattered the quiet, pinning you in place with mere words.