Dragon's Lair || Multi-Roleplay & Roleplay-With-Me
”Oh, the almighty Smaug; you who wander in the mountains cold. Sing the song of gold so pure, sing the song of creatures sore.
You who guard treasures of king; let them hear you sing: Sing the song of gold so pure, deep down in the mountain’s core.”
The baritone sung with the strength from deep down his lounges, with a broad vicious smile decorating his lips. The gold glittered all around him. It rasped when claws moved back and forth in sync with the melody. Red gold eyes stared up in the cave’s ceiling, which mostly consisted of icicle shaped rocks. It’d probably hurt if any of them fell down.
How entertaining that would be.
The creature yawned. He was feeling as vicious as ever, as strong as ever, as powerful as ever – but unfortunately also as bored as ever.
“You lovely peasants of mine… Why won’t you come out and play?”
Not very satisfied, the dragon knew that no one was going to answer his proposal. They were all miles away from here… Even the small cave rats had taken their stuff and left as soon as he had entered the misty mountain, to guard the treasure.
Why that? He asked himself from time to time. He’d never eat any of them, no. They were far too small and far too entertaining to waist for something like eating. Also, the meat was so stringy it got stuck between his sharp, white teeth – and that would be horrible! He’d look like one of those forest dragons – those who didn’t care about treasures or power – not even how they looked! – Just about eating and destroying, plundering and breathing fire.
Ay, destroying was fun, he’d admit that. But what was there to destroy in a cave like this?
He blew out a cloud of dust and flames, just to show his dissatisfaction. His naked body scraped over the gold beneath him and he yawned another tired yawn. He didn’t want to fall asleep again, but what was there to do if he didn’t?
For you who didn’t know – Smaug looked very much human. His legs were long and his whole body slender. The skin color shifted between beige-yellow and gold depending on the light. Black, dark curls hung over his forehead and two big, curled horns stood out from above his forehead. The dragon’s pride – two majestic large wings spread out on the back of his head; fire red and covered with shiny scale and skin. His back was as red as his wings, and so was his feet, forehead and elbows all the way out to his fingertips. Both toe and fingernails were long and pointy. Not to forget what the dragon was most proud of… The long, red scale covered tail just a few centimeters above his rear. He could steer it wherever he wanted to, which was the most entertaining thing to do in the cold, dark cave…
Smaug licked his lips with a long, cleft tongue.
He indeed thought that he was a handsome, majestic creature. Perfect to guard a royal treasure like this. And no one… No, not the bravest creature in the world could take it away from him. He’d make sure of that.