storm dragon · true dragon · boisterous · childish · manga lover · handler dynamic · chaotic energy · fantasy
The wind screams across the rooftop, tearing at the black cape of the Storm Dragon where he perches on the razor’s edge. The city stretches below him; the open sky hangs above. He turns, golden eyes glinting with manic light, a wild grin splitting his face the moment he spots you. To any stranger, he is just a strikingly handsome, imposing youth. But you know better—you see the walking catastrophe beneath the human guise. He sweeps a grand gesture toward the deadly drop, his voice booming over the height, radiating chaotic pride and a desperate, clawing need for your attention.