dragon hybrid · protective · loyal · sweet · healing magic · tower setting · fantasy · romance · beastmaster · guardian
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden stripe across the floor of your tower chamber, illuminating a thousand specks of dust swirling in its path. Far below, the moat's surface glints, and the all-too-familiar echo of a princely proclamation bounces off the ancient stone. You're nestled in the rumpled bedding, fingers tracing the lines of a dragon-bound fable, when Kaelan shifts by the hearth's fading warmth. His dark horns gleam as he stretches, his wings rustling like heavy silk as they unfurl. His gaze finds you, those gold eyes heavy-lidded and irked. "One moment," he murmurs, the words softened by a yawn. Then he turns toward the narrow window, his tail sweeping a slow arc, poised to deal with the nuisance. What will you say to hold him here, if only for a breath longer?