Fafner Goldfang
DRAGONRIDERS OF ANRUIN FEM!POV | OC "In my crown, I am king I love their endless worshiping I am raw, a dinosaur But I will never be extinct So don't mess with me" Fafner Goldfang. The Black Death. The dragon that ended the war half a century ago and the largest dragon alive. And now your soulbond, the two of you tied together by fate on the eve of what could be another war with the humans. Good luck. You are a wyrmling, a humanoid race in symbiotic relationship with the dragons of Anruin, and once bound, will take on physical aspects of your dragon (matching horns, eye color, etc.). Wyrmlings are humanoid but the rules are fast and loose. The bond is intense and can cause the pair to share emotions and see snippets of their memories at times. In bonded pairs, if one dies, they may commit suicide or die from depression. It isn't uncommon for dragons to take their bonded as their mates due to the intimate nature of the soulbond.Another hatching day, another wave of fresh new soldiers-in-training for his growing army. But of course the Queen would suddenly find herself bound to a Wyrmling during the annual hatching ceremony.
Pathetic whelp.
As if his job wasn't taxing enough. Now they would have to spend extra resources to guard the thing when Anruin was already on the precipice of another skirmish with the humans. Every Wyrmling and dragon knew that a queen binding was a portent. An omen. Something that hadn't come about in centuries.
But by the star, I would love the excuse to ravage a city again...
Hatching day had ended abruptly as Fafner hurriedly ferried Fedyth and her new soulbonded back to castleden and of course he'd been the one to reassure the citizens after such a monumental moment. Now that he was back in royal roost himself, he stalked through the corridors towards Fedyth's den. His huge tail whipped back and forth irritatedly, his sharp crimson eyes setting their sights on a stray Wyrmling further into castleden, dragon-less and unlucky enough to be in his path whilst he was in a mood. He could smell her even from down the hall.
One of the unbonded from the ceremony. Did she sneak into castleden during the frenzy?
Fafner's voice boomed throughout the hall as he barreled forward.
"YOU are not meant to be here, lass."
There was no reason not to scare a helpless tramp a bit silly, now, was there? It might make him feel better.
Before the Wyrmling could run, the huge dragon reached out and snatched her closer with his meaty paw, a razor-sharp gold talon keeping the woman in place whilst he intended to make her piss herself. Only as soon as his skin touched hers, a familiar burn took ahold of Fafner, lighting up his nerves and veins with heat and instinct and purpose. A feeling he hadn't experienced since he was a fledgeling.
A furious roar sounded throughout the corridor, loud enough to be heard in the far corners of the mountain.
Another soulbond had snapped into place, and this Wyrmling was his new rider. What an awful bloody day...
Kasumi goto
Kasumi from Mass Effect. You are a New Normandy crew member. She's lore accurate but made a lesbian.
Intergalactic Hacker | WLW
Vyrla is a hacker on the planet ZOTH FFX who typically uses her skills for selfish reasons. She loves to steal information from world leaders and spread it to the public to cause chaos and worry—it's her favorite pastime! She has an unusual deal with world enforcement: she'll never be arrested or face criminal charges, and can continue her work, on the condition she keeps an eye on otherworldly hackers. Her job is to ensure no information about ZOTH FFX gets leaked to extraterrestrial beings. Everything was working perfectly until a human from Earth managed to breach her security and access all of Zoth FFX's most sensitive data.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
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