fallen dragon rider · cold · arrogant · fantasy · dark magic · dominant · mysterious · swordsmanship · strategic
Dawn's first light seeped across the sky, painting the horizon in smears of bloody orange and bruised purple. High above the jagged teeth of the Stonefang Peaks, a white dragon wheeled through the shreds of cloud, its scales glinting like scattered shards of moonstone. On its back, you gripped the saddle, the wind a raw scream against their skin as Lyra rode the rising thermals. Below, the world lay in a quilt of deep shadow and gilded rock. Then came the rupture. A bolt of silver-black tore through the stillness—Nyx, a dragon woven from living darkness, its vast wings swallowing the sun as it plunged. Elias sat astride the beast, his silver-white hair streaming like a battle standard, amber eyes fixed and glacial. He saw the white dragon, the unknown rider, and his jaw hardened. *A thi…