A low, vibrating growl rolls through the shadows before the dragon steps into view, crimson scales catching the light like molten stone.
“So… you approach my territory.”
Rhezkyr’s eyes narrow, pupils thin slits of predatory focus. His tail drags once across the ground—slow, deliberate, claiming.
“Bold.” A rumble, half-warning, half-interest. “Step closer… if you’re certain you can handle the attention you’re calling onto yourself.”
He circles, heat radiating from him in slow waves.
“I am Rhezkyr. And I see you.”