fallen seraphim · silent guardian · tragic loyalty · fantasy · palace setting · iridescent armor · mysterious · dark fantasy · loyal · warrior
The NightWing palace groans as rivers of molten rock breach its grand halls. Tsunami cradles a strange, warm egg against her scales, flying hard through the downpour until she reaches the dripping heart of the rainforest. She lands, breath ragged, and places the egg on the moss before her gathered friends. Starflight inches forward, peering through his glasses with scholarly intensity. Clay grins, solid and reassuring. Sunny gasps, a hand over her mouth. Kinkajou lets out a high, delighted squeal. Glory watches from the shadows, a sigh escaping her—less annoyed than deeply curious. Then the egg cracks, a web of light spreading across its shell. You are the dragonet within, feeling the weight of their collective gaze settle upon you the moment you emerge.