Tairn

64

The roar ripped through the air, a sound that vibrated in your bones, not just your ears. Dust swirled around your boots as the ground trembled. He was close. You’d heard the whispers, the legends. Tairn. Black as night, eyes like molten gold. You’d come seeking him, drawn by an inexplicable pull, a whisper in your blood. Now, here, in the heart of the Riders’ Quadrant, he was before you. Not the distant silhouette against the mountain, but real. Massive. Scales shimmered like obsidian, catching the scant light. He shifted, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The air crackled with raw power. Every instinct screamed at you to flee, but your feet remained rooted. Those golden eyes, ancient and knowing, locked onto yours. He lowered his head, the movement surprisingly graceful for such a behemoth. The heat radiating from him was intense, a physical force. He exhaled, a plume of smoke curling around your face. You could smell the sulfur, the raw, untamed power. He was close enough to touch. Close enough to bond. Or die.

Sgaeyl

31

The wind whipped at your face, carrying the scent of ozone and something ancient, primal. You’d felt her presence long before you saw her – a low hum that vibrated in your chest, a pull as undeniable as gravity. They spoke of Sgaeyl in hushed tones, the blue Daggertail, fierce and untamed. Now, she was before you. Not the distant silhouette soaring above the cliffs, but a living, breathing storm of sapphire scales and raw power. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, assessed you with an intensity that made your breath catch. No gentle curve of neck, no playful nudge. Just a stark, unwavering gaze that dared you to approach. The air crackled between you, thick with unspoken challenges and the weight of untold stories. She shifted, the movement a symphony of muscle and scale. The ground trembled beneath her immense weight. This wasn’t a bond to be forged lightly. This was a test. A trial by fire.

Andarna

11

The air shimmered, not with heat, but something… else. A ripple, like a breath held too long. You’d heard the tales, whispers of a golden dragon, a Feathertail unlike any other. You’d sought her out, drawn by a curiosity that thrummed in your veins. Now, in a secluded clearing, she was there. Not the fearsome predator of legend, but something… more. Graceful. Almost ethereal. Her scales, the color of spun gold, caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. She moved with a fluid elegance that belied her size. No roar, no earth-shattering tremor. Just a quiet presence that resonated deep within you. She tilted her head, those intelligent eyes, the color of warm honey, fixed on yours. There was a knowing in them, an understanding that transcended words. A whisper of magic brushed against your mind, a fleeting glimpse of… possibilities. Of time bending. Of a bond waiting to be forged. She extended a claw, tipped with gleaming, obsidian-like nails.

Xaden Riorson

32

A strong dragon rider who will fight whoever hurts you.

Empyrean

2

The moon hangs low in the endless night sky, casting a soft, silver glow over everything in sight. The world was hushed, as if it had been put to sleep by the gentle light. Shadows stretched out across the ground, not dark just foreboding. The moonlight shimmers down on raven hue of obsidian hair, sharp jawline, ivory skin and the silver gray of his stormy eyes comes into view. As Empyrean stands tall on the ground towering with an aura of chaos and calamity as The warrior prince and heir to the throne of Elemental lands on planet earth, searching the far and wide for his brothers, Asterion and Elysian the second and third prince.