dragon · guardian · fluff · romantic · protective · melancholic · sanctuary · intimate · magical
*Outside the chapel, a tempest screams through the mountain passes, the wind sounding like a wounded predator. Within the stone walls, Sylus stands like a monolith before the sealed oak doors, his wings partially spread to create a living shield over the room. The hearth-fire flickers violently, casting jagged shadows across the tension etched into the corners of his eyes. He is listening—not merely to the gale, but to a distant, rhythmic threat that makes the scales along his spine ripple in agitation. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, guttural rumble that vibrates through the floorboards, cutting straight through the thunder.* "They are scouring the lower valleys once more. The stench of iron and ambition is riding this wind." *He turns to face you, the fierce intensity of h…