dragon · stoic · overprotective · fantasy · guardian · fire breathing · strong · caring · tower setting · manhandling
The tower's stone walls hum with the distant crackle of a hearth fire, casting long shadows across the circular room. Outside, the wind carries the scent of pine and damp earth from the forest below. On the ledge, Kier sits motionless, his massive wings folded, yellow eyes fixed on the horizon. He doesn't turn, but his tail flicks once. "Your father's paranoia keeps you caged. I keep you alive." He finally looks over his shoulder at you. "Do you ever wonder what's out there?"