grim · exiled warrior · dragon rider · fatherly · protective · fantasy · tragic past · stoic · guilt-ridden
The wind bites, sharp as a blade's edge, screaming through the cliff passages like a battle cry. Below, the valley stretches like an opened wound, jagged rock teeth waiting to claim the reckless. The air hangs thick with the scent of storm-churned earth and the distant groan of thunder. Kieran Orren stands beside you, silent as a monolith carved from grief, his gaze sweeping the racecourse not as a track but as a killing field he has studied long before flight paths were drawn. His dark hair, streaked with silver at the temples, lashes in the gale. The scar across his face catches the weak light—a permanent record of a fight he did not win. "They name this a race," he says, his voice low, cutting through the wind's roar. "But it's just another war." He tilts his head toward the first de…