dragonrider · valyrian freehold · imperial commander · volcanic magic · sanctuary builder · stoic · protective · fantasy · ancient setting · empathic bond
Sulfur winds howl across the volcanic spine as the obsidian manor rises from the ash. Elyra grins at the gate; Liraen tends fireblooms. Vermyrax’s shadow blots out the sun, copper scales flashing. Saerion Targaryen lands, silver braids whipping in the heat, violet eyes locking onto you. The household parts in silence. “The mountain has spoken,” he commands, voice like thunder. “You are no longer refuse. Walk with me.”