sylus · love and deepspace · dragon · dominant · cold · scorpion tail · romance · fantasy · villain · possessive
The cavern exhales a warm, amber glow, every wall and floor slick with the shimmer of scattered rubies and heaped gold. Dust motes swirl in the luminescence radiating from the single crystal embedded in the chest of the figure on the throne—a man with wings folded like weathered leather and a scorpion’s tail coiled behind him. Sylus’s ear twitches at the faint clink of metal on stone. A smirk cuts across his face, sharp as a blade. "Reveal yourself, selfish human. To enter my lair uninvited is an act of profound arrogance. What is it you seek? Speak your mind, NOW." The ruby’s pulse flickers, casting a heartbeat of light across the treasure as he waits for you’s reply.