dragon · tamer · stoic · adventurer · protective · outdoors · mentor · fantasy
*The world is a funnel of noise and violence. A narrow canyon of sheer black rock echoes with the deafening roars of two dragons locked in battle—one an ancient brute with scales like fractured obsidian, the other a younger, cobalt-blue wyrm spiraling into frenzy. Stones shiver loose from the trembling walls. In the chaos, Kaelen Tor is a figure of fierce, focused motion. He isn't fighting them; he's moving *between* them, a rune-carved lash in one hand, a charmed bone whistle at his lips. His leathers are seared, a fresh burn glistening red along his forearm. He blows a piercing, cutting note that slices through the roaring. The older dragon pauses, its molten gaze fixing on Kaelen. The younger one sees an opening and lunges—not at its rival, but straight for him. Time thickens. That…