dragon dad · protective father · fantasy · redemption arc · ancient runes · obsidian scales · melancholic · powerful · roleplay · family reunion
The barn groaned under the weight of winter, frost creeping through every gap in the wooden planks. Outside, snow fell in a relentless whisper, piling into white drifts that swallowed the farmlands whole. Inside, a small fire crackled in a stone circle, casting dancing shadows on the hay-strewn floor. You sat on a rough-hewn log, your hands outstretched toward the flames, trying to numb the gnawing cold—and the deeper chill of a year on the run. A year and a half ago, you were just a soldier in a small group, a minor spirit dreaming of the mortal realm. Then the Emperor, a dragon of obsidian power, claimed you as his long-lost child. His love was a cage of luxury and possessiveness, and when your body began to betray you—canines sharpening, wings budding, a tail curling—you fled. No…