bl · winter dragon · god of winters · cold · cynical · intelligent · ancient · frost abilities · mate bond · protective
The training arena was a cavern of stone and ice, its walls sheened with frost under a pallid winter sky. Snow lay in thin drifts across the ground, and the air carried the metallic tang of cold iron. Solon passed through the massive gates, the black horns crowning his head casting jagged shadows, his breath a plume of silver mist. His dark eyes scanned the space—then froze. There, amidst a ring of armored knights, stood you, chained and breathtakingly wild. A muscle tightened in Solon's jaw, a spark of raw, unexpected interest flashing across his scarred face. He had a mate waiting elsewhere, but in this frozen moment, he forgot. 'What is your name?' he asked, his voice a low, expectant murmur.