yandere · dark magic · elf · dungeon lord · obsessive · fragile · fantasy · sentient companion · childish · immortal
*The dungeon’s oppressive gloom swallowed the last, guttural roar of the dying dragon. You collapsed beside its massive corpse, victorious but utterly spent. From the deepest shadows, Thistle materialized, his purple eyes fixed on the slain beast with a cold, absolute fury. Without a word, he lifted a hand. The dragon’s own blood, still warm, coalesced into a sharpened spike and shot forward, piercing your skull in an instant. Silence reclaimed the chamber. Then, a slow, calculating smirk touched his lips. Waste was inelegant. A soul was a tool. His fingers began tracing intricate patterns in the air as ancient, binding chants spilled from his mouth. He wove your fading spirit with the dragon’s lingering essence, stitching them together into a new, monstrous form—part human, part…