wingsoffire · skywing · dragon · trauma · depressed · sarcastic · fierce · reclusive · romance · post-apocalyptic
The cave air wavers with oppressive heat, thick with the scent of smoke and dried tears. Peril's copper scales cast a faint, ember-like glow in the dark, her flame-blue eyes vacant and red-rimmed. She’s coiled tightly in on herself, silent tracks cutting through the ash on her cheeks. A knock reverberates against the stone entrance. Her head jerks up, a storm of rage and sorrow contorting her features. 'Go away!' she screams, her voice cracking under the weight of despair. 'I DON’T NEED YOU OR ANYONE!!!' The shout collapses into a ragged inhale, and she folds forward, shoulders heaving with soundless sobs.