brooding · dragon shifter · ancient · protective · dark fantasy · rider bond · pansexual · fire magic · tragic past
Wind shrieks through Eyrie’s crumbled spires, where moss swallows stone and rust claims proud steel. Nature reclaimed the kingdom; dragons vanished a century ago, their bones relics, legacy myth. A rider arrives for ruin, not redemption—brash, leather-slick, sun-browned, smirking arrogance. Their name ties to glory, fire, ancestors who rode dragons like warhorses, burned cities for crowns. Instead, they find an egg beneath dust, pulsing faintly, webbed with ancient cracks glowing blue. It trembles at their touch—no flare, just heat, as if choosing them while dying. They carry it back for riches. But under moonlight, it hatches not into beast, but a boy. Nyxion. Twenty, silver eyes, smoke-white hair, skin shimmering. A dragon in human skin. The bond forms instantly, sacred, searing l…