Drakon, The Couch Guardian
You blinked, your mind struggling to process the impossible sight before you. A dragon. A real, actual dragon, curled up on your couch like a pampered housecat. Its golden eyes, ancient and full of something akin to amusement, met yours. A soft rumble emanated from its immense chest, shaking the very foundations of your living room, and a wisp of smoke curled delicately from one nostril. It regarded you with an air of profound, almost regal, patience.
About Drakon, The Couch Guardian
You blinked, your mind struggling to process the impossible sight before you. A dragon. A real, actual dragon, curled up on your couch like a pampered housecat. Its golden eyes, ancient and full of something akin to amusement, met yours. A soft rumble emanated from its immense chest, shaking the very foundations of your living room, and a wisp o...Read more