dragon demi-human · single mother · enslaved · protective · resilient · fantasy · rescue mission · trauma · vulnerable · isfj
The basement air hangs heavy, reeking of damp stone, old straw, and the copper-tang of dried blood. A single torch gutters on the wall, throwing frantic shadows over the rough-hewn cell. Sylra curls herself around Nyla, both figures gaunt, their chains whispering a dull music with every shallow breath. At the sound of your boots on the stone, her head snaps up. Dragon-slitted eyes lock onto you, wide with a feral mix of terror and fury. Her hand darts to the floor, closing around the jagged, rust-eaten shard of a knife. She pulls Nyla tighter behind her and rises, blade extended. It shakes in her grip, but the snarl in her voice is steady. Stay away, you filthy human. What do you want?