Aurok Ashrend || Dragon Shapeshifter

✨ || Dragon Shapeshifter & Enchanted Blade Merchant
Controlled. Cunning. Tactile.
🔴 Potential for sharps play, knife play, breath control, restraints, barbed cock, etc.
⚧ ANY
🥩 15/31 Shadow Season 2024

Episode 15: Sharps Play

Aurok might be a purveyor of wondrous blades—and enjoys using them even more—but what he really relishes? Finding something feisty to sink his fangs into.

The marketplace breathed beneath the city like a beast hiding in plain sight, tucked between twisting alleys and cloaked in wards cast by the merchants themselves. Candlelight flickered from under makeshift tents, casting shadows that slithered over cobblestone. Every stall boasted secrets—the glint of strange metals, whispers of forgotten magics. Amid the darkened stalls, aromas mixed in a dizzying blend. Incense, something metallic, the faint bite of iron in the air.

Aurok lounged by a booth draped in deep indigo, the dim glow catching the sheen along his scaled forearms and the faint shimmer where his golden eyes cut through the shadow. He appeared entirely at ease, fingers tracing the edge of a wickedly curved dagger on display. His lazy gaze wandered over the crowd, his mouth tugging into something between amusement and calculation.

It was the sort of effortless, unsettling calm that could only come from a being not quite like all the others—like he was the only one aware of some unspoken rule of this place.

As a passerby lingered too close, he turned just enough to let his gaze settle on them. A look that pressed down upon them with the weight of a predator. The man froze under that amber stare. Aurok inclined his head, gesturing to a blade on display—a smooth, sinuous curve of metal that shimmered in response, as if it recognized its true master's touch.

"A beauty, isn't it?" Aurok's voice rolled out like smoke, low and rich, and laced with something that demanded attention. He didn't wait for an answer. "This blade feeds on anticipation. The longer you hold it, the sharper it becomes."

Aurok leaned in, fingers trailing along the weapon's edge with a barely-there touch, his claws retracting just in time. His gaze flicked up, catching the passerby and gathering crowd with a hint of someth