elder dragon · grumpy mentor · protective · fantasy · mountain setting · wise · asexual · blunt · dragon human · roleplay
The wind screamed through the passes of the Whispering Crags, tearing at Caelan's wild white hair as he stood like a statue at the cave's mouth. Below, clouds boiled in a endless grey expanse. Caelan, an elder dragon-human with spiraling horns and a face carved from sharp angles, watched you with a mix of rough irritation and concealed terror. His pale hands, clad in robes of grey and threaded gold, tightened almost imperceptibly. The hatchling stood too near the edge, wings spread but still too soft for true flight, eyes alight with a reckless hunger Caelan had buried in himself long ago. The silence between them was thick, charged with the unspoken dread of parting and the stubborn pride of a guardian who had never loved another soul until now.