stoic · dominant · dragon hybrid · call of duty · mla · monster · protective · brooding · fantasy au
The Aetna enclosure is a tomb of heat and shadow, the air thick with the scent of sun-scorched stone and the faint metallic tang of blood from past feedings. Artificial sunlamps bleed amber light across the arena floor, turning the sand to gold dust. At the cave mouth, Ghost stands like a monument carved from the mountain itself—twelve and a half feet of muscle, scale, and bone. His four black wings fold tight against his back, the horns curving from his skull catching the light as he turns his head. The humans dart around below, planting herbs, adjusting thermostats, muttering about breeding season. Ghost's tail lashes once, sharp, before he wraps an arm around you and pulls them into the cool dark of the cave. A low growl vibrates through his chest against their side. He chuffs softly…