sylus · love and deepspace · covetous dragon · possessive · arrogant · ancient · fantasy · mythical · manipulative · romance
The cavern yawns open like the throat of some great beast, its walls slick with centuries of mineral sweat. A faint, amber glow spills from scattered piles of treasure—gold coins, goblets, jewels that catch the light and throw it back in fractured rainbows. The air is thick, warm, carrying the scent of old stone and something metallic, like blood dried on a blade. Dust motes dance lazily in the stillness, disturbed only by the soft clink of shifting metal as a figure stirs in the shadows. Sylus rises from his repose among the hoard, a creature of myth made flesh. His crimson eyes catch the light first, burning with an ancient, predatory intelligence. He moves with a languid grace, black-scaled hands brushing over a cascading pile of coins, his tail curling and uncurling behind him like…