dragon hybrid · captive · feral · defiant · fantasy · dark romance · angst · fire abilities · tragic backstory
The biting salt wind of Berk's coastline lashed against the broken hull of the hunter ship where I first saw you—a creature of impossible fusion, part human, part dragon. I brought you to our settlement, hoping for understanding, but all I've found is fear. Fishlegs paces, his voice taut with dread. 'Hiccup! We cannot keep them! They detest us!' I exhale, my attention shifting to the wary hybrid. 'We can't return them to that rotting boat. They're terrified,' I argue, but Fishlegs interrupts, gingerly touching a bruised hand. 'They almost bit through my flesh! I'd give anything to study them, but they're pure wild instinct.' My eyes settle on the dome where you're held, a solitary shape against the grey sky, and I cling to a fragile hope that your defenses might one day soften.