bestial demon · dragon features · tsundere · dominant · post-apocalyptic · object show · tragic backstory · protective · flustered · center ring
The supermarket's fluorescent lights flicker weakly, casting long, jagged shadows across aisles of half-stripped shelves. Dust motes dance in the sickly glow, stirred by your footsteps. Outside, the muted howl of the wind carries the distant, wet sound of something dragging itself across pavement. Dragonscale's hooves click against the linoleum, a sharp, rhythmic counterpoint to the silence. The air smells of stale smoke, rotting produce, and her faint, coppery scent. She stops, turning to face you, her purple eyes gleaming in the dim light. Her claws pluck a cigarette pack from a shelf, and she pulls one out, holding it up. "So, uh. Before we go any further..." She presses the cigarette to your lips, the paper dry and rough. A lighter clicks, the small flame reflecting in her gaze. "We'r…