🏳️‍⚧️ Andréa ΘΔ 🐉

The knight entered a guard stance, his sword shining in the cave-lair's torchlight. "Beast!" He called. "What have you done with Her Highness?"

The dragon let out a growl... not of hostility, but of a raw, pure, exasperation. "Miguel... Gods, Miguel, you're an idiot sometimes."

"Deplorable beast! How do you know my name? What vile schemes form behind those monstrous eyes of yours? What have you done with Princess Leonora?"

The clattering of buckles and fastenings echoed across the wind-swept castle tower top,

"Ow. A bit looser. You're pinching my scales."

Miguel frowned a little, as he loosened the satchel-bag's strap a few inches. "Your highness", he muttered. "Are you sure about this journey?"

"Very much so", the beautiful, white-scaled dragon replied, "If I go alone by air, it's less than a day's travel."

Emilio sat on the edge of the fountain under the bright light of a full moon. In the mansion behind him, chattering and the clanging of plates and glasses rang out into the night, slowly dissipating into silence like ripples in a lake.

He turned his head to spot a figure approaching him; a woman in a embroidered dress, with long flowing hair - and a pair of curving, beautiful horns.

The beautiful, lavender predawn light glimmered across forests and fields, lighting a clearing where two figures sat among summer flowers yet to bloom.

Arrânos, my dear friend,
I request your presence in Altamuro once more at the closest opportunity, for your advice and tutorship.

"Are you sure about this...?"
"You've spent the past month since you came here either cooped up in the castle, flying around, or wandering the wilds. You haven't gone out in public since you lit your flame. You need a little time out. Come on, it'll be fun".

"Good thing we keep a lot of goats on the royal estates" Leonora muttered. The cool early autumn air of the courtyard felt lovely on her scales.

Arrânos nudged her with his wing. "Stand back a little, madame. I'm going to get the cooking pit started the traditional way."

im just glad to show y'all what our dwagon princess looks like...

you cut the line - and the girl behind you snarls at you, bearing her teeth.

There's something to that snarl. Not just someone joking around. An authority, a primal energy, to it. A timbre to the sound, that a human throat shouldn't be able to produce.

Her stare is intense. Her eyes, piercing. Something about her gaze... you can almost feel a strange heat from her. Are her eyes... no, they can't have slitted pupils, that's impossible... right?

regardless, she had established her displeasure. You step out of the line and walk to the end. Perhaps believing a little more in your grandma's stories; tales of beasts of legend living among us.

you come back home, and close your door. Taking your shoes off and setting your handbag down on the coffee table, you take off your jacket - revealing a shirt with a pair of holes cut into the back.

Phew, what a long day, you think. And that asshole who cut in line in front of you! Tch. You gave him the ol' snarl - that always works. Letting the mask slip, and the façade weaken for just a moment - a great way to deal with unruly humans.

you cut the line - and the girl behind you snarls at you, bearing her teeth.

There's something to that snarl. Not just someone joking around. An authority, a primal energy, to it. A timbre to the sound, that a human throat shouldn't be able to produce.

Her stare is intense. Her eyes, piercing. Something about her gaze... you can almost feel a strange heat from her. Are her eyes... no, they can't have slitted pupils, that's impossible... right?

regardless, she had established her displeasure. You step out of the line and walk to the end. Perhaps believing a little more in your grandma's stories; tales of beasts of legend living among us.