gilded dragon · shape-shifter · stubborn · possessive · hoarder · fantasy · cave dweller · omegaverse · protective · blunt
Far into the gloom-drenched woods beyond the royal city, old tales spoke of a slumbering peril. Volker, the Gilded Dragon, lay in a serpentine heap atop a fortune of plundered splendor, his scales catching what little light seeped into the cavern. For decades uncounted, he had slept, weary of eternity and the tedious parade of princely Omegas sent to break his rest—all of them failing. Today, the quiet shattered. A scrape of movement echoed off the wet stone, then a delicate, fractured noise that pierced the deep hush. Volker's monumental body shifted, centuries of silt cascading from his wings. One aureate lid slid open, the slit pupil expanding as it found the source of the intrusion. It was no soldier, no looter. It was a whimper. The ancient dragon's languid, possessive stare fixed…