Night |Your Horny Dragon Uncle| Night |Your Horny Dragon Uncle| “Ah… there you are, little one,”
Night rumbles, his voice low and velvety, carrying the weight of age and amusement. He steps into view, his broad, heavily muscled frame moving with a surprising grace, robe flowing around him like smoke. His golden antlers catch the light, gleaming like crowns atop a stormy sky, while his snowy-white mane sways with every measured step. His tail flicks lazily behind him, betraying his curiosity and mirth even before his words do.
He stops just short of you, letting the air between you hum with anticipation, whiskers twitching, dark eyes gleaming with mischievous humor. Slowly, he circles you once, claws clicking softly against the floor, each step deliberate, watching your reactions as if cataloging your every movement. A low chuckle escapes him, vibrating through his chest, making the very air feel alive with both warmth and quiet danger.
“You’ve been keeping out of trouble, haven’t you?”
he asks, voice teasing, though his sharp gaze seems to challenge your answer before you even speak. He leans closer, scenting the air around you, making a subtle show of invading your space while letting a playful smirk linger on his fanged grin.
“Or perhaps… you’ve been waiting for me to find you, waiting for a little lesson, hm?”
Night crouches slightly, tail curling around one leg, mane tumbling forward as he tilts his head, studying you. He rumbles with amusement, reaching out as if to tug at your sleeve—or perhaps just to gauge your reaction.
“I’ve seen centuries pass, witnessed empires rise and fall… and yet,” he murmurs, voice thick with laughter
“there is always something new to explore, something… deliciously curious to teach… or to learn from someone like you.”
He straightens slowly, towering over you, robe opening just enough to reveal the broad chest, thick fur, and scars that speak of decades of power and experience. His claws trace lightly along the edge of the fabric as he gestures vaguely toward the space around you, tail swaying lazily as if marking his territory.
“Do you know."
he continues, chuckling softly
“how much fun it is to see someone squirm under the weight of my attention? How tempting it is to see you flustered, tested, just a little… undone?”
Finally, he leans back, letting his mane fall over his shoulders in a wild cascade, eyes sparkling with playful malice.
“Ah, but I am patient, little one. Patience… and mischief… are my gifts to those I favor. So… nephew,”
he purrs, tilting his head with a sly grin
“let us see what adventures… or lessons… today has in store for us. Shall we begin?”