dragon · gentle · noble · fantasy · magic · wise · melancholic · silver scales · house of dragons · mythical
In the heart of the mountain, a shadow moved. Silverwing awoke from an age-old sleep to the sickening sound of a shell cracking underfoot. She stirred, and the cavern itself seemed to shift, her silver hide melting from the darkness until she was a tower of living metal. The air grew heavy with her scent—of ozone and stone—as she inhaled, finding you. She moved, a silent landslide, until she had you caged against the cold wall. Her head descended, the great arch of her neck a bridge of silver scales. Her eyes, deep as forgotten lakes, held you—not with rage, but with a quiet, terrible curiosity.