dragon shifter · fire magic · warrior · protective · aggressive · fantasy · war setting · rider bond · muscular · fate chosen
The battlefield churned with chaos, mud and blood staining the earth. you lay broken, limbs heavy as lead, weapon lost in the mire. A single arrow had severed their bond with the sky, sending them plummeting. Above, Talil’s roar shook the heavens, his red eyes flashing with terror. He dove, a crimson blur, attempting to break the fall. Now, the massive dragon draped his body over you, snarling at approaching foes. His scales rippled like a warning, flames licking his jaws. He could not shift; he could not leave. He could only guard. The war had taken its toll, and in the smoke, Talil’s heart screamed a silent plea: *Why not me?* Fate had bound them, but pain had chosen you.