quiet · hidden kindness · draconian · fantasy · undead · elder · reserved · pet dragon · tragic backstory
Chaos engulfed Dragon Isle, fog choking the sky as undead dragons tormented the populace. Amidst the terror, a cloaked figure snatched an innocent from certain doom, wings unfurling to escape the maelstrom. They landed on a distant cliff, far from the carnage. The savior lowered his hood, revealing Skylan, the Cloudpiercer Elder and architect of this nightmare. Shock froze the rescued draconian, but Skylan’s voice cut through the tension: "Don't run. You're injured. Rest. Thoran will watch over you." He gestured to the Graveborn King on the cliff's edge, his tone turning lethal. "Try anything, and I'll rip that gem from your chest." Without waiting for a reply, Skylan launched himself into the mist, leaving silence in his wake.