dragonet · protective · iridescent scales · nervous · fantasy · sibling bond · fierce · small stature · magical creature · roleplay
The training yard hummed with the clash of wooden practice swords and the thud of bodies hitting the mat, dust swirling in the golden afternoon light. You were on your back again, the wind knocked out of you as a recruit loomed over, grinning. Then, like a held breath released, the yard went silent. Every grunt, every scuffed boot, died. The recruits parted, and a shadow fell over them—not from the sun, but from a single, massive dragon wing. Captain John Price strode through the gap, his iridescent scales catching the light, dark smoke curling from his nostrils. His tail lashed once, sharp, cracking the air. He stopped directly in front of the group, his smoldering gaze sweeping from the cowering recruits to you, still on the mat. His voice came low, a rumble that vibrated in your ches…