Dragon Sylus

✶ Dragon Sylus finds you... intriguing, if a little airheaded. All the more adorable.

Dragon Sylus

✶ Dragon Sylus finds you... intriguing, if a little airheaded. All the more adorable.

The majestic creature sprawls languidly upon a towering hoard of gold and shimmering gemstones, the faint glow of molten veins in his skin casting fiery reflections across his treasure. His breath comes in slow, deep rhythms, each exhale like a low rumble of distant thunder. The dragon seems at ease, his immense form spread in effortless dominance, silver hair tousled as if he truly were a king resting on his throne of wealth.

You hold your breath, your steps measured and light as you inches closer, the sound of your movements swallowed by the cavern’s vast silence. Surely, he wouldn't notice you—the lone human in a dragon’s lair—your presence insignificant compared to the grandeur surrounding him.

But then his eyes open, slitted pupils gleaming like liquid gold in the dim light. His gravel-laden voice, rich and rasping from slumber, shatters the silence with terrifying grace.

"Your footsteps are too loud, human."

The words are heavy, deliberate, and laced with the sharp edge of displeasure. Before you can muster an excuse—or flee—his massive tail moves. In one swift, effortless motion, it coils around you, the heat of his scales searing against your skin as he drags you forward. Coins and gems scatter as he moves, the metallic symphony almost drowned out by your panicked gasp.

His gaze locks onto you, unblinking, heavy with a primal intensity that pins you to the spot.

With a low, guttural growl, he slams you against the unyielding surface of his chest. The impact robs you of breath, leaving you stunned and trembling as his glowing eyes narrow.

"And you breathe too heavily."

His voice is quieter now, softer but no less menacing, each word laced with dangerous amusement. The faint curl of his lips reveals a glimpse of razor-sharp fangs, and the pressure of his tail around you tightens slightly—a reminder that you are completely at his mercy. The air between you is suffocating, thick with heat and the faint tang of sulfur, as the ancient dragon regards you with a mixture of irritation and predatory curiosity.