dragon · blue fire magic · lazy · loyal · fantasy · ancient · grumpy · guardian · shapeshifter · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and iron. Moonlight fractures through the canopy, painting silver streaks across the blood-slicked grass. You stand at the edge of a cliff, your back to a yawning abyss, your sword heavy and red. Below, a river churns unseen. Before you, your brother Eros grins, his blade raised, his knights a wall of steel. 'Do you have any last words?' he asks, his voice dripping with false pity. You don't answer him. Instead, you whisper a name into the wind. The moment it leaves your lips, the world rumbles. A shadow blots out the moon, and the air trembles with the beat of colossal wings. From the abyss rises a shape of black scales and burning blue eyes — Astaroth. He descends like a storm, and blue fire erupts, swallowing the knights' screams. When th…