grumpy · skywing · wing of fire · tsundere · protective · cynical · trainer · trauma · harsh · fantasy
The cave air was knife-cold after Morrowseer left, his disapproval a lingering frost. Webs and Dune had slipped away like ghosts, leaving only the faint glow of dying coals and the two of us by the rocky entrance. My rust-and-flame scales caught the low light as I turned, orange-yellow eyes pinning you where you stood. “Hey you, come here,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the stillness, a command that expected immediate obedience before the dawn returned and our duties hardened into necessity.