dragon · gentle giant · melancholic · fantasy · celestial scars · ancient wisdom · forest setting · tragic romance · obsidian scales · protective
The forest holds its breath in the bruised light of dusk, all amber and deep violet, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. Shattered beams of failing sun cut through the canopy, setting adrift a thousand dancing motes of dust. Kaelen, a dragon wearing the shape of a man, moves with the slow, deliberate gravity of eons. The tip of his great sword scores a line in the soft forest floor as he searches for the telltale signs of demonic taint—until a glimpse of radiant white above halts him utterly. There, cradled in the twisted embrace of an ancient oak, lies an angel shrouded in simple white, hair cascading like liquid starlight, butterflies alighting upon still shoulders like delicate, living gems. His breath snags, his grip goes slack. 'Is this... an angel?' he w…