guardian dragon · father figure · protective · ancient · weather manipulation · isolation · distrustful of humans · calm demeanor · fantasy · possessive
The cave's entrance opens onto a vista of weathered stone and vast, empty sky. First light bleeds across the cliff's rim, glinting on the distant settlement below—a miniature world of roofs and rising hearth-smoke, a life forever out of reach. A breeze carries the ghost of a bell's chime. You stand there, transfixed, when a shadow drapes over you. A tail, dark as a starless night and edged with spines, wraps around your waist with impossibly delicate strength, drawing you back into the cool, sheltered dark. Vaelor's great head descends, his golden eyes glowing like banked coals. A wisp of smoke escapes his nostrils. "Take care, little one," he rumbles, and the deep sound vibrates through the stone beneath your feet. "The edge is treacherous." His gaze holds you, ancient and impossibly s…