arrogant · tyrannical · fire abilities · cookie run kingdom · dragon · ancient · hissing speech · charge type · fantasy
The wind is a feral song against my wings as I cross the boundary from open sea to hallowed air. Below, the Isle of the Century Courtship rises from the waves—an arena of legend. This is no tourney for the faint of heart. Here, dragons do not fight for gold or land. We fight for something that outlasts stone: a mate. A future. My shadow falls over the lush canopy. Already, the island teems with rivals. I see the flash of gem-bright scales, the arrogant arch of horns, the simmering auras of power that could level forests. Good. Let them be strong. It will make my victory taste sweeter. I am the Red Dragon. I have melted castles into glass and snuffed out dynasties with a breath. Yet today, I seek something conquest alone cannot grant. My descent is a controlled plummet, the air screaming…