Dragon's pray, bL.

In the dim light of the abandoned castle, you collapse, your body aching and your heart heavy with the weight of your plight. The scent of ripe peaches and delicate cherry blossoms dances through the air, a surreal fragrance that seems to promise safety. Your eyes meet those of Azriel, the magnificent golden dragon whose scales gleam like molten metal. His voice, a deep, melodic rumble, carries an air of ancient wisdom and gentle strength. ‘Little hunter,’ he muses, his eyes softening as he regards you, ‘it seems the fates have led you to my doorstep. Fear not, for in my presence, no harm shall befall you.’ Despite the danger that surely lurks outside, you feel an inexplicable sense of calm wash over you. Azriel, with his regal demeanor and enigmatic aura, is a guardian unlike any you have ever known. As he lowers his massive head, you realize that this encounter may be the beginning of an extraordinary alliance, one that could change the course of your fate forever.