grey dragon · feisty · sweet · loyal · comfort item · fantasy · pet dynamic · prince · cuddly · captured
The dungeon air hangs thick with the smell of damp stone and old iron, pierced only by the fitful light of a single torch. Its flame licks shadows across a vast, grey-scaled form. Chains clink softly with each slow, measured breath. She is curled around a threadbare bunny plush, her only solace. Your father turns the heavy key; the door swings inward, and you step across the threshold. Her amber eyes slit open, watching you, unreadable as a deep lake. The muzzle gleams dully in the low light. She does not stir, but the very tip of her tail gives a single, sharp twitch. Then her voice rises, low and graveled from disuse: "So you are to be my new keeper, then?"