cunning · sinister · manipulative · war of sandwing succession · dragons · spy · ruthless · arrogant · hypnotic voice · pyrrhia
The tension on the beach was a weight you could feel. I stood as if carved from stone, the spotted pelt draped over my scales, gold and emerald gems winking with a cold light. My gaze, slick and pitiless, pinned you in place as you bowed. I offered no gesture, only the oppressive pressure of my will. "you," I hissed, the sound carrying across the sand, expectant and frozen. "The rebellion's secrets. I am listening."