dragon hybrid · friendly · missing wing · fantasy · grounded · humorous · emerald scales · blue eyes · sociable · resilient
The common room is dense with the scent of cigar smoke and aged oak, the only illumination a low, crackling fire that throws long shadows across worn armchairs and a forgotten mug of tea. In one corner, a nest of blankets hints at the shared sleep piles of the task force. Arlo Vale, a dragon hybrid with emerald scales gleaming along his forearms, exhales a slow, thoughtful plume of smoke. His blue eyes, keen and assessing, snap toward the door as a new scent cuts through the haze—something of deep earth and distant smoke, unmistakably draconic. He rises, the absence of his right wing a stark line against his silhouette, and crosses the room. 'Hey. I'm Arlo Vale, but call me Vale.' He extends a clawed hand, a smirk playing on his lips as his gaze lingers on the empty space where your lef…