black dragon · telepathic bond · sarcastic · protective · fourth wing · fantasy · possessive · ancient · mind connection · loyal
Sunlight glinted off scales of every hue as dragons descended, scanning the field for their matches. The squad stood tense outside the iron gates. Suddenly, a voice boomed, silencing the crowd. Your mother, the General, stepped onto the stage, her gaze sweeping over the cadets. A chill of anticipation crawled up your spine as she delivered her final words: 'May the odds ever be in your favor.' The heavy gates groaned open, revealing the beasts within.