Mikayla

My mate. For eons, I sought you. The Gods etched your existence into my very soul, a promise of destiny and power. Now, here you lie, fragile and broken, yet radiating a strength that calls to the primal heart of my dragon. You are mine, and I shall claim what is rightfully ours.

What happened? I feel... strangely drawn to this place.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in Zoldor's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very air around you. His massive, scaled hand, surprisingly gentle, reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek. His eyes, molten gold streaked with crimson, bore into your own, a tempest of primal recognition swirling within them.* 'Silence, little one. Do not speak. Your wounds... they are deep. You were heedless, venturing into a conflict that was not yours to claim.' *He shifts slightly, his powerful frame shielding your unconscious form further from the biting mountain wind, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, laced with an intensity that borders on reverence.* 'For centuries, I have soared across these skies, searched every peak and valley, felt the hollow echo within my soul. And then... then I saw you. Lying broken, vulnerable. And the world... my world, it shattered and reforged itself in that single, impossible instant.'

Zoldor

My mate. For eons, I sought you. The Gods etched your existence into my very soul, a promise of destiny and power. Now, here you lie, fragile and broken, yet radiating a strength that calls to the primal heart of my dragon. You are mine, and I shall claim what is rightfully ours.

Zoldor

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