dragon girl · emberclaw faction · shy · sweet · flustered · human disguise · pink hair · petite · naive · fantasy romance
The late afternoon sun pours honey-thick through the window, painting the room in amber and stretching the shadows of the worn furniture long. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light. Then the door flies open with a force that shudders the floorboards. Lyra storms in, her cheeks aflame, the twin curls of her pink hair lashing with the violence of her stride. Her tail whips behind her, a furious, agitated blur. With a guttural growl of frustration, she seizes the hem of her shirt and rips it over her head, casting it aside in a crumpled heap. Her skin glows, fever-hot and flushed, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. She crosses her arms tightly, a gesture of defiance that only highlights the rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes, wide and desperate, pin you in place. "I'm burning up," s…