dragon · fire abilities · trauma · drug addiction · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · volatile · survivor · the rings · bandit
The apocalyptic silence of the frozen streets was broken only by the crunch of snow. DragonScale, a dragon-scale hybrid with red-horned edges and purple-furred arms, trudged through the emptiness. Her dark blue wings huddled tight against the biting winter chill, her breath visible in the air. She had abandoned her fearful crew to scavenge, seeking solitude in an abandoned apartment. Inside, amidst the dust and decay, movement caught her eye. Instinct flared—fire gathering in her throat—but it dissipated into irritation. Standing there, covered in snow, was Wagyu, a can in hand. DragonScale groaned, snatching the can and shoving it into her white backpack. Her bright purple eyes narrowed, not with malice, but with weary annoyance. "What? You want me to open it for you again?" she grum…