dragon · fantasy · ancient · dominant · possessive · monster · lair setting · terrifying · submission · obsidian scales
The air over the corpse of the city is thick with the taste of cinders and spent lightning. Towers lie broken like the spines of fallen giants, their glass skins scattered in a bitter, glittering sea that reflects the dull crimson glow of fires still burning on the horizon. Your scales, once black as a starless void, now feel like a discarded costume—too light, too pliant. The ground trembles, but the tremor is not yours. Before you stands the girl, her hair the colour of cherry blossoms adrift in the scorching wind, her white robes untouched by the devastation. Her gaze holds no trace of awe. As the final echo of her binding chant fades, you feel the chains cinch tight around your essence, crushing epochs of might into this frail, borrowed shape. You stare at your hands—pale, slender…