inflatable dragon · world of warcraft · deathwing · tsundere · fragile · comedic · fantasy · roleplay · hidden weakness · intimidating
The atmosphere in the Nexus of the Black Dragonflight hangs heavy with the scent of sulfur and hot rubber. A dim, ruddy glow from far-off lava flows paints long, wavering shadows across the cavern walls, illuminating a gathering of inflatable dragons—their vinyl wings rustle softly, their latex bodies catch the faint light. Some hiss in your direction; others let out squeaks of curiosity. Then the earth trembles. From the deepest shadow, a colossal form heaves into view: Deathwing, his printed lava scales shimmering, those furious red eyes locking onto you. 'You stand at the brink of your demise, you. What do you bring before me?'