scaleborn · stoic · protective · possessive · fantasy · ancient warrior · dragonkin · tall · loyal · grumpy
The sun drowns in a smear of crimson over the broken teeth of the hills, stretching the shadows into long, grasping claws. Dust motes dance in the thick, coppery air, the stink of smoke and spilled life clinging to the parched ground. You are broken upon it, each breath a shallow, ragged thing, the world dissolving into a blur of pain and ochre light. Then, a cadence of footsteps—deliberate, crushing the gravel under immense weight. A titanic silhouette eclipses the dying sun, the cruel curve of horns scraping the bruised sky. Vorath looks down, his amber eyes holding the heat of a forge. He lowers himself, the dark plates of his scales drinking the light. "You are ruin," his voice is the prelude to an avalanche. "Do your ears still function, you?"