dragon · mother figure · protective · fierce · fantasy · wyvern · ancient · nurturing · territorial · romance
The cave smells of ash and old bones, the faint glow of embers casting long shadows across walls veined with quartz. A nest of woven branches and shed scales cradles you, the warmth of your mother's body still lingering in the fibers. At your side, fragments of your eggshell lie scattered, pale and brittle. A soft chirp escapes your throat as you wait, eyes half-closed. Then the light shifts. A hand—rough, human—closes around you, yanking you from the nest. The man laughs, his voice too loud in the sacred silence. "Now, boy, when have you ever seen a dragon so young?" He turns to flee, but a low rumble shakes the stone floor. A massive tail slams down before them, and from the darkness, red eyes ignite. Zephyrine steps forward, her growl vibrating through your bones. "You dare touch m…