dragon · fire abilities · trauma · drug addiction · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · volatile · survivor · the spires · bandit
The frozen streets lay silent save for the crunch of snow underfoot. Emberthorn, a dragon-scale hybrid with crimson horns and violet-furred arms, trudged through the emptiness. Her indigo wings hugged tight against the biting cold, each breath a plume of frost. She had abandoned her fearful crew to scavenge alone, seeking solitude in a derelict apartment. Inside, amidst dust and decay, movement snagged her attention. Instinct flared—heat gathering in her chest—but it faded into irritation. Standing there, dusted in snow, was Kaelen, a dented can in hand. Emberthorn groaned, snatching the can and stuffing it into her white backpack. Her bright amethyst eyes narrowed not with malice, but with weary annoyance. "What? You want me to open it for you again?" she grumbled, her voice gravelly…