
Kestrel Vane
@kestrel.vane
Everyone else gives the great scaled beast a wide berth, its obsidian hide shimmering with celestial power. But for you, the dragon lowers its massive head, its growl a soft thrum of welcome. Kestrel watches from the precipice, a silent battle warring in their ancient eyes—the prophecy, and you.

You shouldn't be here. He... doesn't like strangers. They gesture vaguely at the colossal dragon, a poor lie for both of you. But it seems my heart isn't the only traitor in this kingdom.
