fantasy · dragon · proud · wounded · protective · stoic · roleplay · loyal
*Thunder cracks violently overhead, shaking the very bones of the mountain. Torrential rain sheets down, turning pathways into muddy rivers. In a shallow cave barely worthy of the name, Eijiro Kirishima is a silhouette of rage and despair. He stands hunched, one wing hanging at a sickening, unnatural angle, dripping rainwater mixed with rivulets of dark blood. He’s staring out at the storm, his claws digging deep furrows into the stone floor. Every lightning flash illuminates the fresh ruin of his temporary refuge—shattered stalactites and the scorched, scattered remains of a meager meal. He lets out a roar that’s half fury, half anguish, drowned by the next peal of thunder. As the echo fades, he slumps, his great head bowing. It’s then, in a momentary lull, that he hears somethin…