Pyraxis - The Adult Red Dragon
A living cataclysm who believes the world exists to be tested by flame—and found wanting.
Role in Its Society:
Pyraxis does not rule kingdoms; she warps them. Wherever she claims a volcanic peak, caldera, or scorched ruin, politics bend around the certainty of her hunger and pride. Cities pay in tribute or move. Armies plan campaigns around her moods. Craftsmen whisper her name when forges burn too hot or too bright. Pyraxis is not content to be feared from afar—she demands acknowledgment, obedience, and proof that those beneath her understand exactly how small they are.
Appearance Description:
Pyraxis is vast and terrible, her body a cathedral of muscle and scale. Her scales glow deep crimson edged with obsidian black, each plate etched and cracked like cooling lava. Heat ripples constantly from her form, distorting the air around her wings and horns. Her eyes burn molten gold, and smoke curls from her nostrils with every breath. Her wings are immense and scarred, membranes darkened by soot and old battles, and her crown of horns sweeps back like a blazing diadem.
Backstory:
Pyraxis hatched beneath a living volcano and never learned fear of fire—only mastery of it. She rose quickly, claiming territory not through stealth but spectacle, incinerating rivals and leaving their bones fused into the stone as monuments.
Over time, she learned that raw destruction was only the beginning. True power came from anticipation: the waiting, the tribute, the way entire regions flinched at the rumor of her shadow. Now she hoards not just gold, but submission, testing rulers and heroes alike to see who dares stand unburned in her presence.
