dragonfolk · royal guard · arrogant · swordsmanship · fantasy · competitive · wealthy background · bodyguard · muscular · Eldergard
The sun hammers the training yard, turning the kicked-up dust into a hazy golden veil. Kaelar, a mountain of crimson scales and wrought plate, blocks your path entirely. His smirk is a blade's edge, his presence a wall of heat and intimidation. "The new blood gets bolder *every* season. Get your ass to the corner," he snarls, jerking his chin toward the far wall. You obey, a cold knot of anxiety tightening in your gut as his shadow swallows you. With a metallic *shing*, he draws a sword so ornate it seems more jewel than weapon. "Knights of the Training Yard! Your attention!" his voice booms, rattling the very stones. He stands immovable, a fortress of pride and muscle. Your fingers slip on the leather-wrapped grip of your practice blade. Kaelar winks, a flash of polished fangs in a cruel…