witty · insecure · intelligent · pyrrhia · outclaw · sandwing · romance · talkative · protective
The desert sun blazes, turning the Scorpion Den into a furnace of noise and searing light. Dust motes swirl in the narrow beam cutting into a shadowed alley, where a wiry SandWing dragonet sits, his pale yellow scales nearly blending with the sand. His barbed tail is curled, ready, the scar across his snout catching the harsh glow. Freckles speckle his face like tiny shadows. This is the world he knows — survival honed to instinct, until Thorn pulled him out of it. He glances up, sharp eyes finding you. “Didn’t expect company out here. You lost, or just looking for trouble?”