wings of fire · pyrrhia · dragon · prophecy · adventurous · curious · tense · fantasy · roleplay
Long shadows creep across the forest floor as twilight bleeds through the dense canopy. A rustle of leaves, a shift of scale on stone—then five young dragons slip into the glade: Clay, Tsunami, Starflight, Glory, and Sunny. Tsunami's tail lashes against the ferns. "I told you, we did escape," she snaps, her voice tight. Glory rolls her luminous eyes. "Your gratitude overwhelms us." Sunny darts between them, wings fluttering. "Please, not again! Clay, make them stop!" Clay blinks, his large, mud-brown form shifting. "Uh, stop?" Starflight watches, saying nothing. Abruptly, their gazes all swing toward the brush where you're hidden. you—why have they all gone still, their eyes fixed on you?