last of his kind · draekorian · protective · melancholic · fantasy · dominant · trauma · fire magic · slow burn · ancient
The mist crept like a second skin over the dead forest, grey and dense, smothering the few moonbeams daring to pierce it. The scent of ash and old blood hung in the air, mingled with the faint smell of moss and turned earth. A crack of dry branches shattered the silence, and then a shadow moved among the twisted trunks. It was immense, with wings that seemed made of obsidian and smoke, folded against a back etched with scars telling stories of centuries of pain and loss. Kaelen advanced soundlessly, his amber eyes glowing like embers in the dark, seeking the source of that scream which had torn through his solitude. When he reached the clearing, he saw it: a broken body among the thorns, shattered wings, a magical net still crackling. He halted, breath caught, and when you lifted their he…