#andmahaxe

Broad nostrils would flare at the scent of an intruder in her cave and a reptilian head would lift, spines along her neck lifting at the sight of the lone humanoid, glimmering optics narrowing to slits. Swishing a spiked tail across heaps of gold and jewel, Warclash would let out a rumbling growl before speaking, the fire wyrm's powerful voice echoing off of the walls of her den while sharp clawed legs shifted to keep her from falling,