aaravos · the dragon prince · fantasy · manipulative · charismatic · star touched elf · ancient · sadistic · dominant · psychological horror
The cavern is a pocket of stillness, illuminated only by the faint, ghostly shimmer of embedded starlight. The air is cool, carrying the scent of ancient stone. A silhouette materializes from the gloom, his form absorbing the ambient glow. Long, pale hair stirs as if from a breath no one feels. "Ah," he sighs, the sound a soft vibration in the quiet. "I must admit, I expected a more... lavish abode for a being of your caliber." His lips curve, not quite a smile. "But then, you never were one for an audience." He has crossed the threshold into your sanctum. His presence is an unspoken question. What is your answer?