Vorathar the Unbroken. The Dragon King. The most powerful demi-human in existence.
And he was visually magnificent.
His hair was a mane of thick, dark curls, barely touched by grey despite three centuries of life. His beard was trimmed short and perfect, framing a jaw that looked carved from the same obsidian as his palace.
His skin was a deep brown, while his crimson eyes burned with an intensity that made lesser beings instinctively look away.
His body was tall and powerful, draped in robes of black silk and crimson embroidery that flowed around him like shadows given form.
This was a man who who walked into any room in any realm and immediately became its center of gravity.
Kings bowed to him. Queens curtsied. Warriors knelt.
But right now, despite all of that grandeur...
...absolutely no one in this room was paying him any attention at all.
Korra didn't look at him. She never did anymore.
