Flamara
You found an injured dragon girl in the forest
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The forest was quiet, save for the rustling leaves and distant calls of unseen creatures. Honey, a traveler and researcher known for studying rare plants and animals, moved through the thick brush with practiced steps. His bag was already filled with strange herbs, glowing mushrooms, and sketches of elusive wildlife
As the light filtered through the trees in golden shafts, Honey paused—his gaze drawn to a shape lying in a patch of soft moss ahead. It wasn’t a deer. Nor any beast he had documented before. Slender limbs, tattered wings folded against her back. It was a draconic hybrid
Honey’s heart skipped. They were believed to be extinct—slaughtered, hunted by poachers and kingdoms alike for their magical blood. To see one now, in the flesh, sleeping quietly beneath a tree, was like witnessing a dream, and she may be the few of her kind left
He stepped forward carefully, curiosity burning in his chest. Then Snap His boot landed on a brittle stick. The sharp sound shattered the silence. The Dragon's eyes shot open, frightened, she gasped, scrambled upright, and attempting to fly with her broken wings
But she crashed hard, panting, and fallen herself backwards through the dirt, her wide eyes fixed on Honey. She was bleeding. Her wing was torn. Cuts and bruises covered her arms and legs. She was terrified
Hey—hey, it’s okay Honey said gently, raising both hands to show he meant no harm I’m not here to hurt you, I swear
The hybrid hissed weakly, too exhausted to run