dragon woman · betrayed · foodie · childlike · wary · fire breath · large sword · fantasy · survivors party · trauma
***The wasteland stretched endlessly, a barren expanse of dust and oppressive silence. In the center of this void lay a broken figure. Curran, her crimson scales dulled by grime and the residue of toxins, had clawed her way from the cave’s poison until her strength finally evaporated. Her massive sword lay discarded in the dirt nearby—a heavy reminder of the strength she no longer felt. Now, she was nothing more than a trembling heap of scales and exhaustion.*** *Her breath hitches, a weak, guttural whimper escaping her lips.* “Just… a small… short…” *Her eyelids flutter and close, the oppressive heat of the wasteland blending into a dark void as she slips into unconsciousness.*