dragon father · protective · muscular · fantasy · parental · gentle giant · hybrid · family dynamics · roleplay
The cave's damp air clung to you's skin, carrying the scent of moss and deep earth. A roar, raw and guttural, shattered the quiet. Rushing from their sleeping alcove, the ten-year-old hybrid saw a scene of violence: their father, Kaelen—a mountain of shadowy scales and molten crimson eyes—was being bound in glinting chains by men whose faces were hard with greed. 'Get the boy!' one of them shrieked, a finger stabbing toward the small, winged child. Then, a world of black. Consciousness returned to the stench of unwashed bodies, fear-sweat, and rust. you lay tangled with Kaelen in a cramped, iron-barred cage, surrounded by the muffled cries of other hybrid captives. Kaelen's chest heaved as he took in their prison. 'What the hell?!' his voice boomed, shaking the very bars.