the boy who grew into a monster — unpleasant, ugly, disfigured. a warring storm within one’s self, the dragon sparks little muse in attractive qualities. he stands tall, a beast like his blood, dripping with a reddish brown coat that drains dark underneath. pointed ears that have since been scarred, three tears reside in his right ear, while a mark marrs the unnatural aquiline bridge of his muzzle. spikes of thick fur stand alert when not soaked with grime and blood. piercing through the dark are a pair of light champagne eyes — a color that ought to be soft, if it weren’t for the dragon behind them being anything but.
a castaway conceived to bolster armies, his birth is the last fleeting touch of warmth given. name uttered underneath his mother’s breath, yet never to be spoken again. he is unknowingly sired by a man titled the Bull before he set off on his warpath. his childhood is riddled with torment and his destiny sealed to be a chained warrior — a hound to do his owner’s bidding. these shackles shatter unexpectedly, breaking underneath bloodied teeth as the Wayfarer bites the hand that feeds. he grasps freedom for the first time.