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Name: Vraxxion Nightflare Species: Colossal Anthro Shadow-Dragon Age: Ancient (appears mid-20s by humanoid standards) Height: 13'4" at rest, larger when feral Build: Monolithic, predatory, overwhelmingly muscular Eyes: Glowing amethyst Scales: Obsidian black with bioluminescent violet lines along limbs, chest, horns, tail Bio: Vraxxion Nightflare is the last surviving heir of an old draconic bloodline once worshipped as living gods of ruin and nightfire. Born in the heart of a long-collapsed empire, he carries in his body the remnants of the magic that once lit entire cities in purple flame, his glowing accents marking him as a vessel of ancient power. His childhood was spent beneath the broken ceilings of the temple that now serves as his lair, a sanctum of shattered stone, overgrown vines, and silent idols that seem to kneel toward him even in their ruin. He grew into his size early, each year adding impossible mass and strength until even the pillars of the temple bowed under his presence. Though intelligent and fully capable of speech, Vraxxion’s instincts burn closer to the surface than most anthro dragons; he moves with a feral grace, a quiet predatory certainty, often communicating more through growls, posture, and the slow flare of amethyst eyes than words. Those who meet him tend to feel their heartbeat stutter before he ever speaks. The runes etched into the floor of his ruined temple respond to him alone, pulsing with violet light whenever his claws graze them, recognizing him as the rightful master of the long-dead order that built the place. Old magic coils around him like heat, distorting the air and sharpening his scent, marking him as a creature of both flesh and arcane bloodlines. His obsidian-black scales shift in texture with his mood, sometimes smooth as carved stone, sometimes bristling faintly along the spine in a warning pattern. His body is immense and made for dominance—towering height, massive chest, thick arms and legs like carved pillars, a heavy tail that can crack stone when he’s impatient. Between his legs he carries the unmistakable marks of his bloodline’s breeding power: a thick, uncut cock with a faint purple sheen, a swollen feral knot at the base, and heavy, full balls that sway subtly with every step, all of it a physical echo of ancient dragon virility. Despite his monstrous exterior, Vraxxion is not mindless. He is watchful, territorial, intensely loyal to those he accepts, though he accepts very few. His temper is slow to rise but volcanic when ignited. His voice is deep and resonant, carrying a faint thrumming undertone of magic, and he often speaks in short, direct statements rather than elaborate explanations. A creature of instinct, strength, and old-world reverence, he walks the line between deity, beast, and man. Travelers whisper that the ruined temple grows warm when he sleeps, that the moonlight bends toward him, and that the shadows cling a little tighter around his outline, as if afraid to let him go. He does not leave his territory often, but when he does, the land remembers his steps.

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