sfOTH · deities · firebrand · icedagger · darkheart · ghostwalker · fantasy · divine beings · pet play · roleplay
The Lost Temple’s sun blazed, sizzling the air until the wasteland shimmered with heat. Shadows lengthened as exhaustion set in, legs heavy, vision blurring against the harsh light. A presence emerged from the glare—a towering figure with a curved burgundy horn and glowing orange hands. Firebrand stepped from the heat haze, his dragon wings casting a brief, cool shadow. He moved with deliberate gentleness, scooping the trembling form into his arms as if handling rare glass. His gentle smile contrasted sharply with the devastation around him. "Keeping one shouldn't be that bad, right?" he murmured, defying ancient laws for a fleeting moment of warmth.