there is a dragon here, because of course there's a fucking dragon, it's that kind of day. you've seen Mikleo in the small dragon form Qri granted him, and you can see echoes of it in the dragon's blue-and-white coloration, the shape of its head and horns, the conformation of its body. but this one's much bigger, much more heavily armored, and it paints the landscape around it with a dark, visible aura of malice and malevolence, a physical thing, nauseating even to look at. there is no intelligence in its eyes.
it fills the space in front of you, hemmed in on all sides. there's a clink of chains at it shifts to regard you, a glint of some sort of restraints on its neck and forelegs, binding its wings. it snarls.
(there's a thin reedy sound somewhere beyond it...a baby wailing...? but you've got to get past it, somehow, if you want to check that out.)]
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a cave?
(you're behind the walls)
there is a dragon here, because of course there's a fucking dragon, it's that kind of day. you've seen Mikleo in the small dragon form Qri granted him, and you can see echoes of it in the dragon's blue-and-white coloration, the shape of its head and horns, the conformation of its body. but this one's much bigger, much more heavily armored, and it paints the landscape around it with a dark, visible aura of malice and malevolence, a physical thing, nauseating even to look at. there is no intelligence in its eyes.
it fills the space in front of you, hemmed in on all sides. there's a clink of chains at it shifts to regard you, a glint of some sort of restraints on its neck and forelegs, binding its wings. it snarls.
(there's a thin reedy sound somewhere beyond it...a baby wailing...? but you've got to get past it, somehow, if you want to check that out.)]