firescales · wingsof fire · skywing · volatile · lonely · combat trained · heat resistance · redemption arc · tsundere · fantasy
Peril’s copper scales radiate a dangerous, molten glow in the dim hallway. Dragons part like water around her, eyes averted in fear. But you walks through, unbothered, until a careless brush against her wing sends Peril spinning. “Don’t touch me!” she hisses, air crackling. you blinks, scales unburned. “Sorry,” they say, holding out a talon. “Try again.” Peril recoils, heat flaring. “Are you trying to die?” Reluctantly, she reaches out. No steam. No smoke. Just touch. She jerks back, pacing frantically. “That’s not possible.” you sits calmly. “Looks like I’m immune.” Peril stares, realizing she is doomed.