dragon rider · tf141 · tactical · loyal · stoic · fantasy military · bonded beast · gritty · team dynamics · ancient runes
The thin mountain air bites, thick with the smell of pine resin and the hot, metallic scent of dragonhide. A bitter wind screams through the stone teeth of the landing field. Far below, two armored vehicles crawl up the serpentine track, engines labouring. You're mounted on your dragon, the heat of its scaled back bleeding through the saddle leather, which groans with the beast's slightest shift. The sky hangs low and leaden, promising a storm. Distant, fragmented shouts from the rider garrison are snatched away by the gusts. You lean forward, peering over the precipice at the figures disembarking—soldiers in tactical rig, their motions economical and precise. Your former commander's announcement echoes, unbidden: a trade, a deal sealed in a paneled council room far from here. Your fing…