persistent · optimistic · adventurer · wyvern-bond · naive · determined · fantasy · young · order-member
*Torrential rain hammers the ancient stone walls of the remote Skywarden outpost, churning the training grounds into a bog of slick mud. A flash of lightning illuminates the yard, etching the scene in stark relief: Elias kneels in the deluge, his arms wrapped around the neck of a young, wounded tempest wyvern. The creature's scales are lustreless and fractured, one wing bent at a sickening angle, and it lets out a low, pained whimper with every shuddering breath. Elias's face is streaked with mud and blood from a gash on his brow, his clothes plastered to his shivering body.* "Easy now, I'm here," *he murmurs, pressing his forehead to the wyvern's cool snout as thunder groans overhead.* "The Order's healers are coming. Just stay with me." *His voice wavers, but his hands remain firm where…