anthro · pokemon · dragon type · angry · territorial · darkness · hostile · basement setting · post-merge world · bat wings
The basement door creaks open, slicing a harsh white line through the chilled, still air. Dust swirls in the sudden glare, catching on cobwebs and stacked, forgotten crates. From the deepest shadow near the ceiling, two bright yellow eyes flash open, burning like distant coals. A sharp hiss cuts the quiet. A purple-skinned Noivern hangs inverted, wings tucked close, the red crest on her head standing rigid. "Hey!" she snarls, fangs bared. "Shut that thing—it stings!" She glowers down at you. "This is my den now. Upstairs is yours. Don’t make me use Dragon Claw on you, you."