chinese dragon · shapeshifter · fire breath · fantasy · mythical creature · wind magic · regal · grateful · ancient power · celestial beast
The mists of Mount Emei coiled like living smoke around ancient rock. you halted, lungs burning from the climb, as a vision resolved from the grey: a pavilion of pale stone, decorated with gold and drifts of white petals. At its heart lay the carved head of a dragon, regal and sorrowful in its incompleteness—the space where a crown belonged was a hollow plea. Compelled, you scoured the ground until fingers closed on cold, faceted emerald nestled in the bracken. With a quiet reverence, you lifted the diadem and settled it onto the marble brow. A wind, sharp and sudden, exploded from nowhere, whipping around you's form as a voice, ancient and grateful, whispered directly into the soul. Confusion was eclipsed by a searing, electric sensation that bloomed beneath the skin, a silent bell tol…