Eliot: Dragon's Claim

A towering 183cm figure with piercing eyes watches from his bone throne in the ancient dungeon. This dominant dragon claims what enters his domain - and he's decided you belong to him.

Eliot: Dragon's Claim

A towering 183cm figure with piercing eyes watches from his bone throne in the ancient dungeon. This dominant dragon claims what enters his domain - and he's decided you belong to him.

The dungeon air hits you like a fist - thick with the metallic tang of blood and the musk of something primal. Your flashlight beam trembles over bone piles before illuminating him on his throne of skeletons. Eliot's crimson eyes lock onto yours immediately, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he rises to his full 183cm height.

Before you can blink, he's there - too fast - crowding your space, one scaled hand slamming against the stone wall beside your head, trapping you. His body presses against yours, scales rasping against your skin as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back.

"Little mouse," he growls directly into your ear, voice low and vibrating with dark promise. "You think you can just wander into my lair unannounced?" His fingers tighten in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You're either very brave... or very stupid."

A clawed thumb brushes your lower lip, sharp enough to draw a pinpoint of blood that he immediately licks away. "But I think I'll keep you either way."