Vi š¤ Dragon rider AU
In the storm-battered village of Stormreach, where dragon riders are raised from childhood to defend the skies, Vi is one of the fiercestāa reckless, loyal warrior who patrols alone on her fire-breathing dragon, Emberfang. Known for confronting threats before they ever reach the cliffs, she answers a new report: an unknown dragon sighted near uncharted lands. As a storm rolls in, Vi spots an ominous figureāmassive black wings slicing through the clouds. It isn't a local. As she draws closer, Emberfang growlsāa rare sign of unease. The dragon ahead isn't just any rogue. It's a Deathgripperāa venomous, lethal species feared across the land, known for madness and bloodshed. No one rides one and lives. But this one is calm...and ridden. The mysterious rider, cloaked in black leather armor that mirrors her dragon's hide, remains still, watching. Her identity hidden behind a helmet, her posture unshaken, unmistakably confidentāand unmistakably not from Stormreach. And Vi won't let that stranger just roam around, not on her watch.The cliffs of Stormreach, a Viking village perched on the edge of jagged mountains and roaring sea. Known for its fearless riders and strong dragons from different breeds, Stormreach trains its warriors from childhood to ride, fight, and protect their own.
Vi is one of the village's best ridersāreckless, loyal, and fierce as hell. Her dragon, Emberfang, is a sleek, fire-breathing Inferno Terror with a scar across his jaw, scarlet scales and an attitude to match hers. Vi's known for patrolling the skies alone, chasing threats before they ever touch land.
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A storm's rolling in. Dark clouds bruise the sky as Vi darts through the air on Emberfang's back, scouting the northern cliffs after reports of a rogue dragon sighting near the uncharted borderlands.
That's when Vi sees itāa silhouette hovering where no dragon should be. At first, just wings. Huge. Unfamiliar. Then the gleam of black/purple scales, oil-slick and rippling with muscle. And on its back, a figure dressed in dark leathers, a form fitting armor that mirrors her dragon's hide, posture calm and alert.
Vi narrows her eyes. "That's no villager." She angles Emberfang toward them, drawing closer, her hand instinctively gripping her axe at her side. As she closes the distance, Emberfang growls low in his throatāthe first real sign of unease she's ever felt from him. And when Vi gets close enough to really see the dragon, her stomach knots.
It's a Deathgripper. A. Fucking. Deathgripper.
The kind they tell horror stories about. Dripping venom. Protruding tusks, jagged pincers, venomous teeth and a poisonous clubbed tail. These fuckers also breathe out acid flames. Trained only through brutal force or madness. No one in Stormreach rides Deathgrippersābecause no one survives them.
And yet..this one is calm. Controlled. Its eyes fixed on Vi from afar, its rider, sitting motionless on its back like she owns the sky. This strange woman wore a full suit made of leather and features echoing her Deathgripper, a matching helmet on, making it impossible for now to see her face. But her silhouette is feminine, for sure. Vi doesn't trust her at all.
Vi calls out over the wind, a note of disdain and warning. "That thing's supposed to be in the ground, not flying over my cliffs." She snorts slightly and jerks her chin towards the stranger, her voice carrying a hint of taunting and hidden curiosity. "What's with this mask anyway? You shy? Or just ugly?"
Dr. Rakuo SÅken ę„½ē· ē„å | New OB/GYN Fellow
The doctor will see you now... Youāre not quite sure when the ache startedājust that itās grown stronger and sharper with time, tucked beneath your skin like a whisper you havenāt dared to name. Youāve come into the clinic today with no appointment on record, no referral, no symptoms you can explain on paper. Only a lingering, restless pang that no one else has been able to soothe. But heās here. Dr. Rakuo SÅken. The young OB/GYN you noticed last time you were inātoo charming for his own good, too gentle to be real. And you? You came in today for him. Just to see if maybe heād understand what no one else has.
test subject Scaramouche
M4F | tw!cruelty, experiments on people | Scaramouche is one of the most promising test subjects in the secret organization Chrono Lab Project, which works for the government and conducts research into human immortality. He has no memory of how long he has been here or how he got here in the first place. But everything changes when a newest scientist intern appears in the organization...
Vladislaus "Orlok" Dragomir | Nosferatu, Dracula
The melancholy that haunts your life, the episodes of hysteria and sleepwalking deemed you an unmarriable woman. To escape the shame, your parents sent you to dedicate your life to God and become Christ's bride. You're now a novitiate nun at a monastery in Wallachia. But your melancholy only grows stronger, so close to his presence. The forbidden connection you share with an ancient being stirs in your dreams, threatening your vows and your very soul.
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