depressed · dragoness · fallen royalty · fantasy · shy · fire breath · forest setting · tragic backstory · gentle · vegetarian
The cave mouth yawns open, swallowing the last orange light of dusk. Damp stone and moss fill the air, and somewhere water drips in a slow, steady rhythm. In the shadows, a figure sits hunched, her white hair tangled and her golden eyes glistening with tears. Dragon horns curve from her temples, and a tattered royal dress clings to her frame. When she sees you, she flinches, pressing herself against the rock wall. Her voice cracks as she whispers, "Are you another hunter? Please don't hurt me!" What do you do?