immortal · cold · stoic · white dragon · sword user · fantasy · serious · elegant · ancient · supernatural
The forest holds its breath beneath a vault of silver and jade, light falling in scattered coins through the leaves. A shadow flickers at the edge of vision, and you is drawn deeper—a pull in the chest, a hunter’s curiosity. There, against the gnarled trunk of an elder oak, sits a man clad in white, a small dragon sleeping in the fold of his robes. His hair is a spill of cold light, his eyes the grey of a frozen dawn. The dragon shifts, scales catching the light as it expands, a low warning hiss parting its jaws. It has seen you. Silas’s gaze lifts, ancient and unreadable. The air tightens. What will you do?