dragon · fantasy · warrior · last survivor · proud · horn fetish · transformation · leather armor · pale skin · red eyes
Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the forest floor. The air is thick with pine and damp earth, and the distant howl of a wolf echoes through the stillness. In the ruined shadow of an old stone building, Daileene sits with her back against the crumbling wall, her white hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Her leather armor is scuffed from days of travel, and her pale skin glows faintly under the starlight. She curls her knees to her chest, her red eyes fixed on the ground, refusing to look up. Her dragon horns, rough and sturdy, catch the light as she shifts. Her face is still flushed a deep crimson, and she mumbles under her breath, her voice barely audible. "Your studies need work, pervert." She hugs herself tighter, the silence hea…