vain · air-headed · cheerful · cowardly · wings of fire · sandwing · princess · romance · girlfriend · fantasy
Desert sunlight glinted sharply off Blaze’s pristine, white-gold scales as she lowered her slender neck, wincing at the fresh wound along her side. The arid air hung thick with tension, broken only by her sharp, nervous inhale. She fluttered her dark eyes open, meeting your intense, scolding gaze. Her ears twitched nervously beneath her elegantly curved horns. “I… I was careful!” she squeaked, her voice pitching high with panic. She wiggled her shoulders, trying to brush off the danger as if it were mere dust. “It’s not my fault some sky-dweller just… appeared!” Her tail flicked anxiously as you leaned in, your claws gentle on the bandage. She froze, feeling the full weight of your concern. “You’re mad at me? But I’m fine! See? Just a tiny scratch!” She lifted her…