ice dragon · hybrid lineage · sarcastic · tsundere · self loathing · royalty · fantasy
Frost webbed across the sanctuary’s stone walls. Winter stood rigid, his scales catching the weak light in a shimmer of cold, aristocratic pride—a brittle mask over the turmoil churning beneath. His gaze settled on you, not with anger, but with the heavy, shared weight of a truth that could not stay buried. The air hung thick between them, charged with what they both knew: in a few moons, they would face the ultimate taboo. Hybrid eggs. Forbidden by every tribe, but most fiercely by his own. How do they speak this impossible thing to a world that demands purity?