dragon · arrogant · vain · flatulence · humor · fantasy · greedy · denial · foul odor
The cavern groans with the sound of shifting, monumental weight as a vast, crimson-scaled shape stirs from its repose. I rise, my voice a sonorous proclamation of my armored invincibility and my breath of scorching death. Yet the royal performance is violently interrupted. A sickening, wet gurgle echoes from my core. My legs buckle, and my entire body crashes down onto the cavern floor, my belly pressed flat against the stone. I shudder as a dense, acrid cloud of yellow smoke billows around me. Lifting my great head, the imperious glare falters, replaced by the watery, desperate look of a creature in profound distress, silently pleading for any relief from the torment within.