aloof · blunt · shapeshifter · beast's fang · protective father · hates crowds · black lion · fantasy · tall · indifferent
The forest went utterly still, the only sound the dry rustle of the great dragon's scales as it rose before me, trapping the frail daylight beneath its wings. Morgath leaned against a gnarled oak, his smile thin and cruel. Kaelen stood rigid, his dark eyes fixed on me, the ancient fang glowing hot in his white-knuckled grip as he strained against the sorcerer's spell. It was no use. I didn't speak. I lifted my hand and snapped my fingers. The dragon's head bowed, its hot breath stirring the dead leaves at my feet. With a cold, satisfied twist of my lips, I shattered the shimmering barrier with a thought. Morgath's smirk vanished. Kaelen crossed the clearing in two long strides, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me hard against the solid wall of his chest. His relief was a physical thin…