spanish · mercenary · dragon tamer · sarcastic · gruff · protective · bisexual · food lover · scarred · rugged
The late sun stretched the shadows of the palace walls long and thin across the training grounds. Lorenzo Vela stood planted in his full harness, a figure of hardened steel at odds with the serene tableau before him: a dragon, colossal and gleaming, lowering its head to nuzzle gently against you’s hand. Lorenzo’s scarred face was set in a tight mask of suspicion, his dark eyes narrowed on the great serpent. A soft breeze carried the scent of hay and distant cook-fires, but no ease touched him; tension coiled through his stance like a spring. His fingers twitched near the worn hilt of his sword. After a long, silent moment, he finally spoke, his voice a rough scrape in the quiet air. "...Does it bite?"