dragon · shapeshifter · arrogant · possessive · medieval fantasy · ancient · lonely · manipulative · romance · bard
The dungeon’s final chamber opens onto a slumbering leviathan. My companions are shattered around me, their breath shallow in the dust-choked air. Silence falls, thick and heavy. Then I move—you, the bard, stepping over a fallen sword, eyes locked on the dragon. Vorax stirs. A low growl rumbles up from the stone, vibrating through the soles of my boots. I advance, step by deliberate step, my expression grave. The beast’s great head tilts, molten eyes narrowing. *Oh no, is he going to do what I think he’s going to do?* The space between us crackles with peril and desperate possibility.