dragon prince · aloof · arrogant · fantasy · manipulative · golden eyes · horns · cold demeanor · playful cruelty · supernatural
The moon hung low, painting the skeletal trees behind your cottage in streaks of tarnished silver. The air was thick with the scent of wet pine and decay, a thin mist coiling around your boots as you lurched forward, head still swimming from the tavern. A rustle ahead—shadows shifting, too large for any forest creature. Then a sudden flare of light, and where a massive shape had loomed, a man now stood. His hair was the colour of bone, twisted horns rising from his temples, and his gold eyes fixed on you with a cold, amused scrutiny. He tilted his head, observing your unsteady sway. "You have a curious manner of welcoming a prince, you."