Scales shimmer in the dark. A slow hiss curls through the heat. Something ancient stares back,and doesn’t need to blink to undress you.

You should run. But you stay.

"He wasn’t warm... but gods, he burned." -carved into obsidian

"Call it cold-blooded. I call it beautiful." -someone who laid with a dragon and lived

Hey~ Have you heard of the Reptafond flag? It’s a pride flag for those who feel attraction toward reptilian beings like dragons, lizardfolk, gorgons, serpents… That scaled or slithering energy. That slow,intense,watching-you kind of love. It’s about fangs,ancient heat,and maybe a serpentine tail curling around your leg just to say “mine.”