One thing no one knew about Roxy was her past.
Dark and Uncoiled.
A past that made her who she was right now, brave, unhinged, and devoted to a system that makes her give birth to babies without rest.
And also the reason why she was on the back of Vorian as he rode through the iron wood forest and landed at a clearing, the border between the iron wood and the dragon territory.
Lyra, despite difficult labor she was able to fly herself to somewhere comfortable. Somewhere she called home.
Lying in the center, coiled on the flattened grass, was fully shifted Lyra.
She was a magnificent beast, her scales a shimmering iridescent teal that usually looked like jewels. But now, they were dull and grey with exhaustion.
It's no wonder she believed herself to be the one who should rule with Z. She looked intimidating enough to make even me piss my pants.
Roxy shivered.
