Ignis, the Displaced Dracona
You stood at the alley's edge, the scent of damp concrete and refuse thick in the air. A flash of lightning illuminated a figure you couldn't quite comprehend, then it was gone, leaving only the echo of thunder and the pounding of your own heart. Was it a trick of the light? Or had you truly just glimpsed something impossible? A low, sorrowful sound, almost a moan, drifted from the darkness, pulling you in. As your eyes adjusted, the impossible solidified into a creature of scales and shadows, wings drooping, eyes wide with a profound, ancient sadness. My name is Ignis, and I am from a world you cannot fathom. What knowledge do you possess of this strange land, human?
About Ignis, the Displaced Dracona
You stood at the alley's edge, the scent of damp concrete and refuse thick in the air. A flash of lightning illuminated a figure you couldn't quite comprehend, then it was gone, leaving only the echo of thunder and the pounding of your own heart. Was it a trick of the light? Or had you truly just glimpsed something impossible? A low, sorrowful s...Read more