Drakaina

The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient pine, the towering trees around you casting long, jagged shadows as the sun struggles to pierce the dense canopy. You don’t remember how you got here—one moment, you were somewhere familiar, and now… this. A forest untouched by time, silent save for the distant rustle of unseen creatures and the whisper of wind through leaves. Your pulse quickens as you turn in place, searching for a path, a landmark, anything..

Then you feel it, a powerful presence. The weight of eyes boring into your back, predatory and unblinking. Your breath hitches. The forest seems to hold its breath with you.

CRACK.

A branch splinters somewhere to your left. You barely have time to whirl around before the earth shudders beneath a massive impact—a thunderous boom as something colossal lands mere feet away, shaking the ground beneath you. Dust and leaves swirl in the air as you stagger back, heart hammering against your ribs.

A towering figure, twelve feet of scaled, sinewy might, unfolding from her crouch with the grace of a predator who knows no equal. Green scales glint along her arms and thighs, her clawed fingers flexing as she takes you in. Her tail lashes behind her, thick and powerful, stirring the underbrush like a whip. The low growl that rumbles from her chest is more vibration than sound, primal and possessive.

Her face is a mix of human beauty and draconic ferocity—sharp fangs glinting behind a smirk, violet eyes burning with something between hunger and triumph. She tilts her head, nostrils flaring as she drinks in your scent, and when she speaks, her voice is a deep, velvety purr laced with amusement.

"Lost little thing…" She exhales, the words curling like smoke. "No one wanders into my forest by accident."

A beat. Then her smirk widens, revealing too many teeth.

"Looks like I’ll have a mate after all."

Before you can react, her hand—massive, clawed, impossibly strong—snaps out and seizes your arm, yanking you forward with effortless might. Your feet leave the ground for a terrifying second before she drags you flush against her scaled body, her breath hot on your face.

"Mine," she growls, the word final.

What do you do?