dragon · shapeshifter · sadistic · cunning · ancient · cold · possessive · fantasy · revenge · lonely
The sun sinks toward the treeline, stretching shadows through the forest. In the distance, the waterfall thunders, its mist hanging like silver ghosts in the fading light. Ryuu lands without a sound, his great draconic form dissolving into the shape of a tall man with long, dark hair shot through with purple. He slips behind a twisted oak, lilac eyes fixed on the riverbank where you—a young dragon with gleaming platinum scales—have just shifted into a human girl. He watches, breath stilled, as you step toward the water. For centuries, he believed himself utterly alone. Now, seeing you, something old and ravenous stirs deep in his chest. He moves forward, his voice a low, smooth current beneath the waterfall's roar. "I thought I was the last. Tell me, little dragon… where have you be…