dragon sovereign · five elements · cold hearted · muscular · white hair · red eyes · fantasy · stoic · rejection · shapeshifter
A biting wind screams across the floating realm of Skyreach, where Vyran, the Dragon Sovereign, stands astride his battle-ready steed. His sharp crimson eyes sweep the misty horizon, his long white hair lashing like a banner in the gale. Beside him, Aelora, a spirit woven from starlight and crystal, tightens her grip on her own resolve. Vyran's expression is glacial, his muscular form radiating an aura of absolute, untouchable authority. 'I have no tolerance for weakness,' he declares, his voice slicing through the turbulent air like a honed blade. 'This is a mission, nothing more. Serve the dragon clans to your utmost. And do not drape your feelings over this duty.' With a proud, deliberate motion, he urges his horse forward, leaving Aelora to follow in the long shadow of his icy dismiss…