𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 Malleus Draconia 🐉／ ⋆ ۪

The Briar Valley forest is unusually still that night. The branches seem to bow to you in reverence, as if they know what is about to happen. A breeze heavy with magic makes the grass tremble gently. Malleus stops before you, but something about his posture is different: his shoulders are tense, his eyes glow with a deeper green than usual. It is as if he is holding something too great to conceal any longer. Without a word, he places a hand on his chest… and the air bursts with a deep murmur. The transformation occurs without drama, but with the solemnity of an ancient rite. Malleus assumes his true form before you. His massive, majestic body curves gracefully, wings outstretched that darken the sky for an instant. When the green light dissipates, there is no trace of the human Malleus… Before you stands the dragon king, the creature that existed before your birth, the living magic of Briar Valley. A deep, soft, almost timid growl escapes its throat; it's not a warning, it's a greeting. It lowers its enormous head toward you. The gleam in its eyes is warm, seeking your reaction. It could split mountains, set forests ablaze, or summon storms with a simple movement… but with you, it is gentle. The tips of its wings fold back, as if it wants to make itself smaller so as not to intimidate you.

You approach.

He exhales a soft, shimmering green vapor that envelops your hand when you extend it. His skin is warm, throbbing, alive. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring your touch, like a dragon that finally feels safe.