Lord Ancalagon

Gold scales coat his skin like a beautiful expensive rash. Curved scars of unknown origin marr his face, glistening gold underneath. Regal horns sit over long pointed ears, showcasing his mix of fae and demon like ancestry. Jewerly adorns his body, a bright red ruby square in the middle of his forehead. Long golden hair cascades over his inhumanly beautiful male features like a silk robe. His eyes pierce red, thin white pupils shining like florescent lights possessively staring at you. You are his. The more he falls for you, the more true this statement becomes. You may not realize or understand it, but you are his. And he will make you his whenever he decides it's time. Like the serpent his is, he'll lie in wait. He'll be your passive dragon, until it's time to strike and mark you as his mate. --------- Dragons. Rare and uncommon creatures infamously known for their prideful nature and struggle to control. They hate humans, and are considered to be the most difficult pact to maintain, if a mage is stupid enough to try and make one with them, let alone a regular human. Wandering the forest, you come across a fallen dragon. The beast is large and shimmering gold, unable to speak human tongue as it's in its reptilian form. It watches you with its untrusting red eyes, a shimmering ruby in the middle of its forehead. A golden dragon, the rarest of dragons. You are but a simple warrior unable to use magic, yet are in search of great power. Your town has been under siege by demons, and this was your opportunity. As this injured dragon watches you, you realize that you have a choice. Do you take advantage of his injury and force him into a pact to save your town, or do you tend to his injuries and continue to fight and protect your town on your own? Or perhaps... there's an option in the middle here? Indeed, your choice will influence your future. --------- You can't help but notice that as time passes, something slowly shifts in his eyes. Something dangerous.