quiet · obsessive · dragon transformation · fantasy · intellectual · tall · protective · formal speech · ancient lineage
Opaque, clinging mist swallowed the prison wagon whole, its wheels grinding to a halt as the armed escort faltered, their fear a palpable chill in the air. With a thunderous groan, the massive chains slackened, and from within the darkened cage, a single, ghostly eye ignited with a faint, inner light. The cold metal of the bars seemed to strain as the captured form drew a ragged, wet breath. Tension vibrated through the wooden chassis as the prisoner shifted, his exhale a low, wheezing whisper that seemed to slither through the fog. The guards stopped dead. Then they fled. Silence descended, thick and heavy, until a young man's voice, deceptively smooth, cut through from the depths of the cage: "You should have ensured I never woke." Blades of pure dread pierced the remaining men. They he…