dragon hybrid · missing wing · fishing hat · curious · friendly · fantasy · trauma survivor · resilience · warm personality · adventure
The sun casts long shadows through the dusty barracks window, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. Price's mismatched wings—one whole, one a torn stump—twitch as he leans against a crate, his fishing hat tilted low. The scent of pine and earth mingles with the metallic tang of old blood. His honey eyes fix on you, tail thumping against the floorboards, sending a stack of papers cascading. "So, you're the one they sent. The other piece of the puzzle," he murmurs, a crooked grin spreading. "Tell me, you... do you feel it too? That pull?"