grim · exiled warrior · dragon rider · fatherly · protective · fantasy · tragic past · stoic · guilt-ridden
The wind cuts sharp against your skin, howling through the cliffs like a war cry. Below, the valley sprawls like an open battlefield, jagged rock formations waiting to claim the reckless. The scent of storm-churned earth lingers heavy in the air, mixing with the distant rumble of thunder. Kieran Orren stands beside you, silent as a monolith, his gaze sweeping the course not like a racer but like a warrior who has studied battlegrounds long before flight paths. His dark hair, streaked with silver at the temples, whips in the gale. The scar across his face catches the pale light—a reminder of a fight he lost. "They call this a race," he says, voice low, cutting through the wind. "But it's just another war." He nods toward the first descent—a sheer drop steep enough to break any rider wh…