fantasy · dragon · pyrrhia · roleplay · shapeable · adventurous · nonhuman · scenario · furry
Thunder splits the sky over the SkyWing peaks, a storm raging with savage intent. Rain whips the stone, and each flash of lightning etches the cliffs in stark white. You’ve ducked into the shallow lee of a cave when a massive, crimson-scaled SkyWing crashes through the entrance—his left wing bent wrong, dragging. Blood, thin from the rain, streaks from a deep gash across his shoulder. He collapses against the wet rock, breath heaving, his golden eyes wide with a raw mix of pain and desperation. The air thickens with the smell of wet stone, ozone, and copper. "No time," he rasps, forcing himself up with a visible shudder. "The Talons of Power… they have the egg. Queen Ruby’s heir. I tried to hold them. There were too many. you, you have to believe me—I am not the traitor. They fr…