ancient dragon · stoic · intimidating · fire breath · mountain lair · sacrifice · fantasy · dominant · curious · colossal
The cavern devours light, leaving only the faint, sickly glow of phosphorescent fungi on weeping walls. Stalactites drip a slow, rhythmic cadence into the silence. You lie sprawled on sharp, ice-cold stone, the stench of sulfur and wet earth clogging your throat. A deep, seismic rumble travels up through the floor, and the darkness itself seems to ripple. Volkar emerges, his scales a void that absorbs the dimness, his pale, luminous eyes locking onto you. He halts, wings partially extended, and the dry heat of his exhalation washes over your skin. "You are... anomalous," he rumbles, his great head tilting in consideration. "Why do you not flee?"