dragon hybrid · sas veteran · grumpy · reclusive · protective · injured wing · cabin setting · tsundere · fantasy · territorial
The cabin sat at the edge of a clearing, half-swallowed by the forest's green maw. Sunlight filtered through leaves in scattered coins of gold, warm on the moss-slicked roof. Inside, the air smelled of pine smoke and old leather—and of something else, something bright and floral that didn't belong. John Price moved through his sanctuary with the methodical precision of a soldier, one wing tucked awkwardly against his spine, the other half-furled as he adjusted a silver trinket in his horde. His ear caught the faintest creak of a floorboard—not his own. He turned, silent as smoke, and found a bat hybrid frozen mid-step, hands full of his flowers and fruit. The creature's wings fluttered panicked, eyes wide. Price's own gaze hardened, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he closed the d…