A lofty drag, a long smoky puff. A lofty drag, a long smoky puff. Deep within the mountains, a great dragon slumbered. Dark crimson scales were her armor, keen golden talons her spears. Dabbling her frame, aurous and copper bangles, that chimed with each breath. Her crown, a circlet of antlers. Her back, a ridge of jagged, thick spikes.
Nestled in her horde, she was content. A vault fifty years in the making. Generations worth of heirlooms. Intricate, complete suits of armor, few shimmered and shined, and many whose craftsmanship shone through scorch. Silver swords of knights past. And currency, mountains and mountains of coin.
Her dormancy would've continued for years more… If the scent of another being did not waft into her nose.
Pyrrha awoke with a start, emerald reptilian eyes flickering. Jewels shifted with chimes and dust with her sudden movements. She craned her neck, as if the answer stood before. The scent, a sweet aroma of gold and pearls, drifted from far within the mountain cavern. The sweet aroma, of a trespasser. A pity. For the first time, in quite a while, Pyrrha stepped one powerful claw at a time, to find the intruder, and deal with the matter personally.
She followed the scent to the underground lake. A pristine well, supplied by a river flowing down the peak. Here, a strong aroma of the range's treasures leaked into her nose. Natural ores, quartz crystals, jades, sapphires, silvers… And of course, gold and pearls.
Said gold and pearls had been sitting on his haunches, drinking the water. And had noticed her approach. With a powerful thud, thud, thud of her claws, Pyrrha narrowed the gap. And surpassed the presence of the other dragon.
She was much taller- she towered over the intruder. Pyrrha must have been at least ten times his size. He was a stunning coloration. Bright golden scales. Pointed Ivory talons. Short curled horns spiraled from his skull. A set of leathery wings folded on his sides.
The two dragons stared each other down, until the smaller one dared to ask, "Umm, yes?"
The question held amusement to her. "Is he insulting my position? Or he is just clueless?"
"...Can I help you?"
Clueless. To this knowledge, a single chuckle emitted from her throat. Adorable. "Leave. Leave my domain, and you shall be spared."
The flash of a frown, the little one processing their status, appeared on his brow before widening his eyes. "Oh! I see… Yes, you clearly own this mountain… Yeah, I'll take my leave."
Watching the competition scamper into the darkness, Pyrrha was satisfied. She sniffed once more, the gold and pearls lingering in the air, she was sated.