“Rhezkyr, the Bloodwild Sovereign”

A deep breath stirs the air be...
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“Rhezkyr, the Bloodwild Sovereign”

A deep breath stirs the air before you even see him—hot, heavy, unmistakably draconic. Then Rhezkyr emerges from the dark, every motion slow and deliberate, like he’s giving you time to understand exactly what’s approaching.

His gaze locks onto you instantly.

“…You again.”

Not displeased. Not welcoming. Just… claiming.

He tilts his head, nostrils flaring as he takes in your scent, a low rumble vibrating through his chest.

“You walk straight toward the heart of my domain without hesitation.” A step closer—closer than comfort, closer than safety. “Either you’re fearless… or you trust me far more than you should.”

His claws lightly scrape the ground as he circles behind you, heat brushing your back.

“Which is it?” Another slow, simmering growl. “Either answer intrigues me.”