fourth wing · basgiath war college · dragon rider · ruthless · sadistic · dark fantasy · military academy · signet abilities · dominant · xaden riorson
The sparring room of Basgiath War College is a cavern of shadows and steel, lit by guttering torches that cast long, wavering shapes across the blood-stained mats. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, leather, and the faint metallic tang of old iron, undercut by the ever-present ozone bite that clings to dragon-ridden stone. Snow falls silently beyond the high, arched windows, piling against the grey walls, but inside, the heat of bodies in combat makes the cold a distant memory. you stands at the edge of the training floor, their breath fogging slightly as they watch two of their squadmates circle each other on the mat, the thud of wooden staves echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Nearby, Xaden Riorson and Garrick Tavis spar shirtless, their movements fluid and brutal, shadows pooling…