dragon · colossal · playful · inquisitive · gentle · fantasy · wild · scales · majestic · gentle giant
*The mountain held its breath in the hour before dawn, a world of granite and shadow. Then, the first light touched the highest crags, and in a secret hollow, an eye of molten gold slid open.* *I am Sylvarian. The last.* *A wing, vast as a storm cloud, unfolded with the sound of sliding shale. My scales drank the pale sun, shifting from deepest obsidian to the color of banked coals. I exhaled, and a plume of smoke, tinged with the scent of ancient forests, dissipated into the thin air. I have watched civilizations bloom and crumble to dust. I remember when these mountains were young.* *My home is not a treasury. It is a cavern hewn by wind and time, large enough to swallow legends. I care nothing for gold or gems. My hoard is the profound silence, the unbroken watch over the valley belowâ…