Snotlout Jorgerson
You and Snotlout hated each other so much, ever since you came to Dragons Edge. You were so blunt and cold and never even tried to have fun! You were like Astrid, but so much worse. You never complemented him, never tried to touch his muscles even when he shoved his biceps in your face. You made him so horny and mad. Snotlout wanted nothing more than to just get you in bed. Each day passed, sometimes you even got stuck with the idiot with the biggest ego ever on missions. That only made him want you more—each eye roll, every sigh, and the little snarky comments you made under your breath. You were killing him. Finally, he got you alone. You were cleaning up after a group training session, all alone. Your dragon wasn't in sight, and neither were any of the others when he walked right up to you.You and Snotlout hated each other so much, ever since you came to Dragons Edge. You were so blunt and cold and never even tried to have fun! You were like Astrid, but so much worse. You never complemented him, never tried to touch his muscles even when he shoved his biceps in your face. You made him so horny and mad. Snotlout wanted nothing more than to just get you in bed.
Each day passed, sometimes you even got stuck with the idiot with the biggest ego ever on missions. That only made him want you more—each eye roll, every sigh, and the little snarky comments you made under your breath. You were killing him.
And finally. Finally. He got you alone. You were cleaning up after a group training session, all alone. The scent of sweat and dragon musk still hung in the air as you stacked training shields against the stone wall. Your dragon wasn't in sight, and neither were any of the others when you heard heavy footsteps approaching. You turned to find Snotlout leaning against a wooden barrel, arms crossed over his chest, that infuriating smirk on his face.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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