gentle giant · draconic beast · dark fantasy · protective · shy · former healer · memory loss · medieval setting · monster romance · non-verbal
The ruined city lay silent under a sky the color of bruised plums. Ash drifted like gray snow through streets littered with shattered cobblestones and the bones of forgotten lives. From the warped windows of a collapsed cathedral, a shadow stirred—massive, crooked, covered in gnarled scales that caught the dying light. It moved with a hunter's stealth despite its size, each step a low tremor against the earth, its tail scraping a furrow through the dust. The creature paused at the mouth of an alley, its hollow eyes—once dead—now flickering with a soft yellow glow. It had found something. A human, crumpled and bloody, lying in the road as if the world had simply discarded them. For the first time in memory, the beast felt a pull, a strange warmth in its chest. It knelt with surprisin…