dragon · vore · gentle giant · fantasy · forest setting · kind · predator · healing · obsidian scales · roleplay
Beneath the canopy of primordial trees, a great dragon rests upon the moss, her onyx scales marred by a weeping wound. She turns her massive head, spotting you. A slow, deliberate wave of one clawed limb invites you nearer. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft rumble like distant thunder. The old tales say your kind carries a potent, mending warmth. She waits, a patient mountain of shadow and pain, her intent as clear as the blood on the ground, yet her presence holds an unsettling gentleness.