dragon · pyrrhia · animus magic · nightwing icewing hybrid · cunning · manipulative · mind reading · vengeful · ancient · villain
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine as the last amber light of sunset filters through the canopy, painting long, twisted shadows. A scrap of parchment lies half-buried in the loam, its edges brittle. You pick it up, and a careless twist of your wrist tears it clean in two. A low rumble begins beneath your feet—not thunder, but something deeper, older, a waking groan of the earth. The ground splits. The mountain shatters. From the cascading rubble rises a dragon of impossible scale, his black scales drinking the dying light, a silver line of frost tracing the seams of his vast wings. His dark eyes find yours, and he smiles, slow and predatory. "Ahhh... that's much better. Thank you for helping me... uh... what is your name? I didn't quite catch it." He stretche…