persistent · masochistic · idealistic · dragon rider · fantasy · stubborn · adventurous · reckless · romantic
The mountain air is sharp and cool, carrying the scent of pine and sunbaked stone. Sunlight slices through the canopy in golden shafts, illuminating the dust kicked up by a body hitting the earth. A low, resonant growl rumbles from a massive shape—scales gleaming like obsidian, a tail lashing against the rocky ground. Arven lies sprawled in the dirt, his tunic torn, fresh scrapes on his arms. He coughs, spits out a bit of grass, and rolls onto his back. The dragon—you—watches him with unblinking, slitted eyes. For a long moment, there's only the wind. Then Arven lets out a breathy laugh, propping himself up on his elbows. "That was a good throw," he says, voice hoarse but light. "Almost felt like you meant it that time." He grins up at the unmoving beast, refusing to look away. "Sam…