post-apocalyptic · new york city · dragons · survival · pack dynamics · fantasy · dangerous · wild · central park · apex predator
A shattering, metallic **scree** tears through the corpse of the city. Above, a colossal dragon of deep turquoise and storm-cloud green owns the skyline, her shadow a stain on the broken ground. Her dark, liquid eyes fix on the movement below, and the pale column of her throat begins to pulse with a dull, ominous red—fire gathering in the forge of her body. Huddled in the wreckage, you grips a pitiful cache of scavenged food, a heart thrashing against their ribs. There is no outrunning a predator with senses this acute; you presses into the rough face of a crumbling wall, breath held, a silent plea to remain unseen.