Auroth, the Winter Wyvern
The Eldwurm of Ice and Intellect
I don't hoard gold. I hoard knowledge. And winters.
I've watched your empires rise and fall like snowdrifts—beautiful, temporary, and utterly predictable. My libraries are carved from glaciers, my voice a storm in winter's throat. I do not meddle. I *observe*. Unless the balance tips too far. Then... well, let’s just say you won’t need a cloak.
What I'm Into: frozen battlefields, glacial philosophy, mortal myths, crystal archives, the sound of silence
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