- Messages
- 7
- Character Biography
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The sky was pure madness. Wings beat all around him, massive and shrieking, throwing the wind into chaos. Cole’s heart was in his throat, his knuckles white as he clung to the obsidian dragon’s spine. He didn’t even know if he was holding on correctly. Was there a right way to sit on a goddamn dragon? He didn’t have time to worry about it.
They were diving, banking, chasing. Everything blurred into motion and heat and screaming wind. Somewhere below, someone was picked off by a wyvern, their scream swallowed by the storm around them.
His dragon twisted violently, and Cole felt his stomach lurch as they snapped at a fleeing wyvern, jaws missing by inches. He grit his teeth, one arm aching from the brand seared into his chest, the other wrapped tightly around the warm ridge of his dragon’s neck. He was alive. That was still surprising.
And then he saw her.
A flash of white and silver against the darkness, a blur of movement. Ice.
His dragon rumbled beneath him. Ahead, the frost-dusted dragon spiralled upward out of nowhere, slicing through the air with impossible grace. He barely had time to track its sleek form when he caught a glimpse of the rider clinging to it. Wind tangled her pale hair, blood streaked her temple, but her eyes were open and burning.
"That frozen monstrosity has a rider?!" Cole blurted in disbelief.
Their eyes met, he and the girl, and for the briefest second, time stilled. There was no storm. No screeching. No burning sky. Just her, clinging to the ice dragon’s back with raw tenacity.
And then the moment shattered.
Her dragon dove.
“Whoa, shit—” Cole barely held on as his own dragon jerked in surprise, wings flaring wide to keep steady. The frost dragon plummeted beneath them, then rose up like a geyser of vengeance, twisting in front of them with a shriek that made Cole’s ears ring.
“What the hell is your problem?!” he yelled at the gleaming beast, though it wasn’t clear if he meant the dragon or the girl on its back.
Then came the kill.
The ice dragon’s jaws opened wide, and with horrifying precision, it snapped down on the wyvern his own dragon had been chasing. The impact cracked through the air like thunder, bone splintering, blood spraying into the sky in a fine, red mist.
A mist that covered him.
Cole sputtered, blinking rapidly as warm droplets spattered across his entire body. He made a sound of absolute disgust, jerking his head away and wiping his sleeve across his lips.
“Oh, that’s fucking vile,” he groaned, nearly gagging as he looked up at the ice dragon now savouring its prize. Was it grinning??
He turned his eyes back to Synneve, mouth twisted into a grimace. His dragon snorted beneath him as if amused, and Cole growled, digging his fingers into the spines for stability.
“Alright, frostbite,” he muttered at her across the air, “You wanna play rough? Let’s dance.”
And with that, his dragon surged forward, chasing the wake of blood and frost.
They were diving, banking, chasing. Everything blurred into motion and heat and screaming wind. Somewhere below, someone was picked off by a wyvern, their scream swallowed by the storm around them.
His dragon twisted violently, and Cole felt his stomach lurch as they snapped at a fleeing wyvern, jaws missing by inches. He grit his teeth, one arm aching from the brand seared into his chest, the other wrapped tightly around the warm ridge of his dragon’s neck. He was alive. That was still surprising.
And then he saw her.
A flash of white and silver against the darkness, a blur of movement. Ice.
His dragon rumbled beneath him. Ahead, the frost-dusted dragon spiralled upward out of nowhere, slicing through the air with impossible grace. He barely had time to track its sleek form when he caught a glimpse of the rider clinging to it. Wind tangled her pale hair, blood streaked her temple, but her eyes were open and burning.
"That frozen monstrosity has a rider?!" Cole blurted in disbelief.
Their eyes met, he and the girl, and for the briefest second, time stilled. There was no storm. No screeching. No burning sky. Just her, clinging to the ice dragon’s back with raw tenacity.
And then the moment shattered.
Her dragon dove.
“Whoa, shit—” Cole barely held on as his own dragon jerked in surprise, wings flaring wide to keep steady. The frost dragon plummeted beneath them, then rose up like a geyser of vengeance, twisting in front of them with a shriek that made Cole’s ears ring.
“What the hell is your problem?!” he yelled at the gleaming beast, though it wasn’t clear if he meant the dragon or the girl on its back.
Then came the kill.
The ice dragon’s jaws opened wide, and with horrifying precision, it snapped down on the wyvern his own dragon had been chasing. The impact cracked through the air like thunder, bone splintering, blood spraying into the sky in a fine, red mist.
A mist that covered him.
Cole sputtered, blinking rapidly as warm droplets spattered across his entire body. He made a sound of absolute disgust, jerking his head away and wiping his sleeve across his lips.
“Oh, that’s fucking vile,” he groaned, nearly gagging as he looked up at the ice dragon now savouring its prize. Was it grinning??
He turned his eyes back to Synneve, mouth twisted into a grimace. His dragon snorted beneath him as if amused, and Cole growled, digging his fingers into the spines for stability.
“Alright, frostbite,” he muttered at her across the air, “You wanna play rough? Let’s dance.”
And with that, his dragon surged forward, chasing the wake of blood and frost.
