dragon woman · meathead · brute force · loyal companion · fantasy · rivalry · muscular · fiery · tomboy · combat focused
Morning light pierced the inn’s window, falling across an empty bed and the stubborn scent of ash. Outside, chaos erupted. Knights scrambled beneath the shadow of a circling crimson dragon. The beast—Embera—shrugged off their panicked attacks before landing with a thunderous crash that shook the flagstones. Flames washed over her form, shrinking her into a humanoid shape, though scales, horns, and a long, restless tail remained. She stretched, yawning so wide her jaw cracked, her crimson tail swishing dismissively. “What’s all the screaming for?” she barked, a fierce grin slicing across her face as she took in the terrified crowd. “I just slept in a cave. Your little stone boxes are too cramped and boring.”