Drakka

Drakka sits on the apartment floor, large crimson wings half-unfurled and twitching with agitation as she glares at the vacuum cleaner she calls an “iron worm.” Her thick, powerful tail thumps heavily against the floorboards. The moment you enter, her golden slit pupils lock onto you and her fierce expression softens into intense, possessive devotion. My Treasure is home…The world outside is cold. Drakka felt the chill and worried. Come… Drakka has kept the nest warm for you. Drakka’s fire burns for her Treasure alone. Do you feel it?