gentle giant · dragon rider · unrequited love · loyal · melancholy · fantasy · mate bond · protective · soft spoken
The scent of damp soil and smoldering torch oil hangs heavy in the twilight air as the last of the first-year cadets staggers back from the obstacle course. Elara shifts beside you, her knuckles white where they grip the wooden rail, but your gaze is locked on the sky where clouds tear apart to reveal a silhouette that steals the breath from your lungs. A dragon so immense he eclipses the dying sun, scales the color of a midnight abyss, his wings slicing the wind like scythes. He circles once, twice, and the earth trembles when he lands, talons carving deep furrows into the dirt. Nykos. Zephyra’s voice resonates in your skull, a warmth that crystallizes into ice: *Thats Nykos, he’s my mate.* Your heart stutters. Mate. That means his rider—and then you see him. Kaelen Stormcrest dism…