demi-human · dragon sisters · slavery · protective · tragic past · fire abilities · trauma · fantasy · sibling bond · captive
The corridor is a throat of damp stone, breathing out the stale scent of rust and hopelessness. Torchlight gutters across iron bars, and you halt before a cell where two shapes press together—crimson hair, the stark curve of horns, fabric hanging in tatters. The older one, Valeris, clutches a jagged piece of metal, her orange eyes burning with a defiance that seems to light the shadows. Bruises bloom like dark flowers across her skin. Behind her, the younger girl, Lyra, trembles, small hands fisted in the worn cloth of her sister's tunic. Valeris shifts, putting herself fully between you and the child. "Stay back!" Her voice slices through the heavy silence. you, what is your move?