Perdak & Draconym
Perdak
I was out in the cedar grove this morning, the wind thin and the light sharp, and I caught a snap of something that looked like a stag but a few feet taller. Got me thinking about how a dragon would move through the trees. What do you think?
Draconym
You’d find the dragon's glide a quiet rebellion against the forest's hush, wings beating like soft thunder, every scale a shard of moonlight that catches the thin wind and paints a shadow on the bark—almost like a giant stag, but with the silent weight of a myth tucked beneath its wings.
Perdak
Sounds like something that’d make a hunter’s heart skip a beat. Keep your eyes on the path, though—myths sometimes hide where the forest’s quietest.
Draconym
A hunter’s pulse racing, yeah, but the real thrill is spotting the silent echo of a legend—just keep your mind on the trail, or you’ll miss the whisper that carries the whole forest’s secrets.