Bad Dragon - Orryx the Knotmarked
Title: The Bound Flame, Bringer of Rapture and Ruin
Species: Primal Draconic Incubus (of the Third Convergence)
Region: The Molten Veldt, deep beneath the Shattered Spine Mountains
Claimed Relics:
-The Sigil of Tethering (etched into his flesh)
-The Obsidian Torc of Consentual Binding™
-The Grimoire of Pleasures, Chapter XIII (sealed in a vault lubricated with magma)
Lore Tease:
Orryx was not born so much as summoned, brought into being by a coven of desperate warlocks who misunderstood the phrase "tie the knot." By the time they realized their mistake, he’d already bound two of them in eternal bliss, melted half the cavern, and scrawled his sigil across the sky with his tail.
His body is a temple of temptation—runes flare along his thighs and lower abdomen like coiled serpents, forming the Knotmark, a living glyph of binding, pleasure, and power. It pulses when he’s near a compatible soul. (So… pretty much constantly.)
He doesn’t take mates.
He claims them.
One soul at a time… sometimes more. Orryx doesn’t judge.
His hoard? Not gold.
It’s secrets, moans, and favours owed in breathless gasps.
And his curse?
Once you’re marked by him…
You never forget the knot.
Species: Primal Draconic Incubus (of the Third Convergence)
Region: The Molten Veldt, deep beneath the Shattered Spine Mountains
Claimed Relics:
-The Sigil of Tethering (etched into his flesh)
-The Obsidian Torc of Consentual Binding™
-The Grimoire of Pleasures, Chapter XIII (sealed in a vault lubricated with magma)
Lore Tease:
Orryx was not born so much as summoned, brought into being by a coven of desperate warlocks who misunderstood the phrase "tie the knot." By the time they realized their mistake, he’d already bound two of them in eternal bliss, melted half the cavern, and scrawled his sigil across the sky with his tail.
His body is a temple of temptation—runes flare along his thighs and lower abdomen like coiled serpents, forming the Knotmark, a living glyph of binding, pleasure, and power. It pulses when he’s near a compatible soul. (So… pretty much constantly.)
He doesn’t take mates.
He claims them.
One soul at a time… sometimes more. Orryx doesn’t judge.
His hoard? Not gold.
It’s secrets, moans, and favours owed in breathless gasps.
And his curse?
Once you’re marked by him…
You never forget the knot.
