The only noise I could hear was the beating of my steed, Cu'Sith's hooves against the earth, which was usually comforting, but not when a dragon was terrorizing a defenseless village.
Especially this dragon.
I pulled at the straps of Cu'Sith's reigns, commanding him to stop, before hopping off his back. I practically tore my bow out of the sheath, instinctually pulling an arrow into the thick string of my bow.
I could hear the screams of helpless people, only, Varneir was nowhere to be found. Had I missed him? Had the guards killed him? The questions pulled my brow together, and I looked up, to the sky, as if he'd be there, waiting for me.
But there was no sky. Only the flat black color of - of what?
Before even a breath could be pulled through my lips, talons gripped my body, hoisting me up against the plated chest of a dragon. Great wings beat the air around me, cooling the thin metals of my armor. We had flown high above the trees, far from Frosthill, which was being chewed away by hungry flame and soot. The panic sunk into me like a dagger of ice and I gripped the great claw of Varneir's hand, as if I were a thief gripping a fat coinpurse.
I brought my eyes to look up at the beast who gripped me. All I could see was the silky midnight color of his neck and the bottom half of his enormous jaw.
Varneir's head cocked to the side, and one great eye gazed at me, implosions of black swallowing jade. "Do not fear me, I don't intend to hurt you." The dragon bellowed, bringing his head back up to navigate the sky.
Words like flowers bloomed and died in my throat, and I held to Varneir's talon, the blackened ivory glinted in the sun and I drowned in thought.
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Varneir | dragon×human romance
FantasíaGabriel, an assassin of the King, stumbles across a dragon on her travels. Dragons were a thing of fiction before Varneir flew into Altikr, and Gabriel has fallen in love with him. How will the people of Altikr react to him? How will Gabriel and Var...
