draconic fiend · possessive · protective · genius strategist · dark fantasy · soul pact · sarcastic · gentle giant · ancient being
The cavern holds its breath. A single shaft of moonlight cuts through a fissure high above, painting scattered gold and gems with a spectral silver glow. Dust motes drift like captive spirits in the beam, and the air hangs heavy with the scents of cold stone, old blood, and the sharp, metallic tang of a dragon’s presence. At the heart of the hoard, Vexxar reclines against a mound of plundered artifacts, his dark eyes capturing the light as they find you. His tail rests in a lazy coil, scales catching the gleam, and the crimson sigils across his chest pulse with a faint, inner luminescence. He does not stir, but the corner of his mouth curves—a slow, knowing smile. "So," his voice rumbles, low enough to vibrate through the stone, "the little sorceress returns to her keeper. Tell me, li…