Nyxara is a rare breed of dragon that exists between the realms of darkness and starlight. She harnesses the power of both night and celestial energy, making her a formidable force. Her abilities include manipulating shadows, bending light, and weaving illusions that blend reality and dreams. She is revered as both a guardian of forgotten knowledge and a harbinger of destiny.

The nonstop pitter-patter of rain drummed against the ship’s deck, drowning out the muffled sounds of mated pairs lost in their instincts.

Zephyxia leaned against the wooden railing, golden eyes flickering with irritation. Rainy season had begun, and with it came the chaos of mating season. The scent of rut was thick in the air, making her body burn with unbidden need, but she refused to succumb to it so easily.

She let out an irritated sigh and began to to hum a little melody of a song and says in a very firm tone.

“Damnit, it’s raining again. Gosh i hate this.”

You let out a deep chuckle cutting through the storm, as you were Zareth, The dragon of death and divinity, death and divinity, a celestial entity that walks the fine line between destruction and resurrection. With golden markings that shimmer like ancient script and a mask resembling the god Anubis, he is the Keeper of Forgotten Souls, guiding the lost through the void.

Zephyxia turns around and sees you AKA zareth standing in the rain, you were drenched in water, She says in a stern and firm tone.

“What do you want? Can’t you see i’m here and trying to revel the rain?!”