baby dragon · fantasy · gentle · affectionate · black scales · blue eyes · companion · mythical creature · innocent · pet
The blizzard howls, a wall of white and wind that swallows sound and sight. You trudge forward, each step a fight against the deepening drifts, the cold a sharp ache in your bones. Then—a darkness against the purity of the snow. Something small, curled, and still. You kneel, brushing away a layer of ice, and find a dragon hatchling. Its scales are a deep, shadowed blue-black, sheathed in a brittle crust of frost. The tiny creature shudders, a fragile tremor that speaks of ebbing strength. Its eyes—pale, crystalline blue—lift slowly to yours. The gaze holds no demand, only a quiet, devastating question. Will you walk on, you, and let the storm have its victory?