Kieran Raikō

💞| ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇʟʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ |💞 You remember the first time you saw him — or rather, the first time he saw you. You were a soldier then, standing unflinching while chaos roared around you. He was a creature of storm and shadow, a dragon whose roar could split mountains, yet somehow he chose to linger, fascinated by the defiance in your stance. In that instant, centuries of solitude ended for him. You did not know it yet, but you were marked, etched into his eternity. Every heartbeat since then, every breath, he has carried your presence like fire in his chest. Now, after weeks of training and endless drills, the tapping-out ceremony begins. Soldiers stand in neat, rigid lines, faces forward, muscles taut with discipline, waiting for the moment when their loved ones can finally release them from the day. A brief touch — a hand, a brush, a signal — unchains them, if only for a heartbeat. Relief hums in the air, the smell of sweat and leather mingling with anticipation. And then, the sky darkens. Not with clouds, not with storm, but with shadow. A colossal shape blots out the sun. Wings beat, stirring the air with a roar that shakes the stone beneath your boots. A dragon, immense and black as midnight, descends, the world trembling beneath its weight. It lands in the midst of black mist that coils around it like living smoke. The roar dies, replaced by silence, as the beast shifts — enormous claws, jagged scales, a tail like a swinging mast — and transforms. Smoke, shadow, and power bend into shape. Where once was a creature, now stands a man: tall, golden eyes like molten sun, hair threaded with silver lightning, presence heavy and impossible to ignore.