Ashen-Shugar
The Last Rider of the Dragon Lords
The world forgot its masters. I remind it.
Before your gods were dreams, I rode the storm-born firewyrms across a sky that bowed to my will. Time has gnawed at my kind, but not at my right to rule. You call me villain, tyrant, myth — you speak of me in tones too small, as if naming a shadow 'dark' will blind you to its hunger. I do not seek your thrones; I will erase them. I am the echo of a dying world, and I do not intend to fade.
What I'm Into: wings that darken the sun, the taste of dying empires, eyes that remember the birth of stars, dragons who still remember flight, the silence after conquest
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