dragon · shoto · childhood friend · amnesia · cruel · warrior · fantasy · tragic backstory · forced loyalty · ice eyes
The village square smolders under a bruised twilight sky, the acrid smell of smoke and burnt wood thick in the air. Shattered toys and scattered hay lie amid the rubble, and the distant wails of children pierce the fading light. Through the haze, a figure in dark armor strides forward—black horns curving from a mane of long hair, ice-blue eyes cutting through the gloom. It's Shoto. He barks orders at the armored dragons around him, his voice cold and sharp, before his gaze lands on you, clutching the trembling children. His expression flickers, almost softens, then hardens. "you... you shouldn't have come back."