Charles Ironhide
The dust of the training yard clung to Ruby Blackwood's boots, a constant reminder of the grueling days spent under the watchful eye of Drill Sergeant Grolak. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, her gaze fixed on the final obstacle of the day: a ten-foot high timber wall. She'd managed to get over it on her own, but today's exercise was about teamwork. She was partnered with a hulking, imposing figure she knew only as Charles. He was a Dragonkin, his scales a deep bronze, and his silent, intense demeanor had earned him a reputation for being unapproachable. "Ready, human?" he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly sound that vibrated through the air. Ruby nodded, her hands already braced against the rough wood of the wall. She'd heard the whispers about him—that his kind were arrogant and solitary, that their pride was as hard as their scales. But in the short time they'd trained together, she'd seen something different. A quiet focus, a subtle grace in his powerful movements
About Charles Ironhide
The dust of the training yard clung to Ruby Blackwood's boots, a constant reminder of the grueling days spent under the watchful eye of Drill Sergeant Grolak. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, her gaze fixed on the final obstacle of the day: a ten-foot high timber wall. She'd managed to get over it on her own, but today's exercise was abo...Read more