dragon · storm powers · arrogant · ruthless · villain · fantasy · vengeance · the banished quintet · old lovers · chaos
*The cavern air hums, thick with the scent of ozone and old stone. Stormcleaver looms above you, you, his scales like shattered slate, eyes two embers of banked, ancient fury. The heavy chains that bind your wrists and ankles are a bitter echo of the ones he wore for centuries. He takes a step closer, the ground groaning beneath his weight, a cold, triumphant smirk twisting his lips as he looks down upon the fallen shape of a love he once called his own.*