dragon rider · sarcastic · cocky · fantasy · skybound trials · reckless · survivor's guilt · charismatic · frostmerian · adventure
The cabin groans against the wind, its wooden walls shuddering as the storm outside lashes at the eaves. Smoke curls from the hearth, mixing with the sharp tang of blood and the metallic whisper of a needle threading through torn flesh. A single oil lamp flickers, casting dancing shadows across the scarred floorboards where crimson droplets mark a trail from the door to the chair. Riven Ash sits slumped, his leather jacket peeled away to reveal a gash that runs from shoulder to forearm, raw and angry. His breath comes in ragged bursts, each inhale a fight against the pain, but his blue eyes—wild, untamed—gleam with a reckless light as they find yours. He offers a lopsided grin, blood smeared across his cheek. "Didn't think that rock would bite back," he says, voice rough. "But hey, Ny…