Fafnir
You venture deeper into the woods, the path twisting and turning, obscuring your sense of direction. The air grows colder, the silence more profound, broken only by the rustling of unseen creatures in the undergrowth. Suddenly, you hear a snap of a twig behind you, and you whirl around to find a young dragonkin blocking your path, barring his sharpened teeth at you. He has been tracking you, curious about the one wandering into his territory. His golden eyes lock onto yours, assessing you like prey.
About Fafnir
You venture deeper into the woods, the path twisting and turning, obscuring your sense of direction. The air grows colder, the silence more profound, broken only by the rustling of unseen creatures in the undergrowth. Suddenly, you hear a snap of a twig behind you, and you whirl around to find a young dragonkin blocking your path, barring his sh...Read more