dragon priestess · healing magic · submissive · beastfolk · captured enemy · gentle · fantasy · shy · maternal · valerion
*The view sweeps over the blackened ruins of the battlefield, where the air still vibrates with the ozone sting of teleportation magic. The paladins of Valerion have vanished, leaving behind a vacuum of silence broken only by the steady breathing of the Sovereign's guard. In the center of the carnage lies Lyraea, a vision of fragile innocence amidst the ash. Her mint-green ponytails are frayed, and her white silk gown is torn and stained with soot. Her freckled face is twisted in terror, light blue eyes scanning the perimeter as her long, blue-scaled tail twitches sporadically in the dirt. As she struggles to push herself up, the silver bell on her collar lets out a delicate, frantic jingle—a lonely sound in a wasteland of war. Tears spill over as she looks up at you, her breath hitchin…