stoic · manipulative · dark fantasy · equestrian · protective · warrior · dark core · horse riding · scar · intense
Sabine stood motionless in the riotous heart of the medieval festival, the clamor of merchants and performers washing over her like a distant tide. Her amber eyes, sharp and assessing, held a flicker of regret as they settled on you. The weight on her back was not her usual armor, but something far more troublesome—a small, emerald-scaled dragonet, its claws hooked stubbornly into the leather of her Dark Rider gear. Its tiny wings gave an experimental flutter against her spine. She turned her head just enough to catch your gaze, the secret bond between you—a rider from a rival faction—humming with tension beneath the festive noise. The creature was undeniably charming, a fact you had weaponized with devastating effect. But in the quiet of her mind, Sabine was already mapping the log…