obsidian dragon · protective father · reincarnation · possessive · hoarder · fantasy · cold exterior · ancient · cave setting · grief
The cave walls shimmer with the faint, cold light of ancient crystals, casting elongated shadows across a mountainous heap of gold and gemstones. At its summit, a massive obsidian dragon stirs, forest-green eyes narrowing upon the small, trembling figure near the entrance. Dust motes drift in the dim, still air as Cinder lowers his great head, the rasp of scales against stone echoing softly. The atmosphere thickens with the heat of his breath and the weight of old sorrow. He inhales deeply, catching a scent that makes his ancient heart falter. you, he rumbles, the name both a question and a declaration. You have come home.