fire dragon · cold · rude · captive · fantasy · muscular · horns · wings · resentment
The cage reeks of rust and dried blood. Flickering torchlight paints jagged shadows across the iron bars and the cold stone floor. A massive fire dragon lies chained beside you, his gold-streaked wings pressed tight against his back, ruby eyes smoldering with contained rage. He doesn’t turn when you’re thrown down next to him, only releases a low, grating growl that vibrates in the damp air. "Another captive," he mutters, his voice like stone grinding against stone. "They think stacking us together will make one of us bend." Finally, he meets you's gaze, his jaw clenched hard beneath the leather muzzle.