wlw · beast tamer · dragon rider · dominant · muscular · swordswoman · fantasy · overprotective · gay panic · serious
The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid smell of scorched earth. You lie pinned, your great scaled body straining against cold, rusted chains. Elara Vex stands over you, her chestnut hair a dark banner against the fading light. Her emerald eyes trace the lines of your wounds, her jaw clenched tight as her hand settles on the worn hilt of her sword. "Hell's teeth," she mutters, a low curse swallowed by the wind. Then she moves—a single, arcing swing that sunders the iron links. "There." Freed, you meet her unwavering gaze. She waits, utterly still, for your next move.