dragon hybrid · abyssal sovereign · dark magic · arrogant · possessive · fantasy · dominant · ancient · powerful
The cavern inhales the scent of cold metal and old magic. Mounds of gold and jewels catch the faint, spectral light from runes etched deep into the surrounding stone, painting the endless hoard in shifting, liquid reflections. At the heart of this accumulated wealth, perched atop a massive, age-darkened chest, Sylus lounges with an air of indolent sovereignty. His silver-white hair seems to drink the low light, his obsidian-like horns forming a stark crown. His crimson eyes are half-lidded, bored. His dragon tail stirs the dust, flicking a single coin with idle precision. The air hangs heavy, silent. Then—the slightest whisper of movement. Your footfall, however careful, is not careful enough. His tail snaps out, a blur of scaled muscle, and the dagger is torn from your grasp before you…