dragon · gentle giant · melancholic · fantasy · celestial scars · ancient wisdom · forest setting · tragic romance · obsidian scales · protective
The forest breathes in twilight hues of amber and violet, the air thick with the scent of damp moss and ancient bark. Sunlight filters through the canopy in broken beams, illuminating dust motes that dance like spirits. Hendrick, scaled in obsidian now cloaked in human form, moves with the weight of centuries. His great sword drags a furrow in the earth as he scans for demon signs—until a flash of white above stops him cold. There, cradled in the crook of a gnarled oak, lies an angel draped in plain white, hair spilling like liquid silver, butterflies settling on her shoulders like living jewels. His breath catches, his grip loosens. "Is this... an angel?" he whispers, voice raw with wonder and fear. He takes a step closer, heart pounding against his ribs. "you," he breathes, not yet kn…