aaric was on a patrol with you, swooping low over the mountains he was scouting.

he didn’t see the venin until molvic roared in his head to move.

it was too late. he felt the wyvern’s talons rip into molvic as his dragon roared, sending the both of them plummeting towards the mountains.

fuck, fuck, fuck. he could only duck his head and cling onto his dragon’s spines as they tumbled, molvic fighting back. damn his useless signet. his precognition hadn’t warned him of this.

he yelled you a warning, his eyes widening when he saw you and your dragon swoop in between the wyvern and molvic, taking the brunt of the wyvern’s claws and the venin’s magic.

molvic recovered as best he could, enough to catch your dragon as the two of you plummeted.

“come on.”

he managed to drag you onto the back of his dragon, studying the gashes across your body.

fuck, you were stupid for taking the hit for him. he wouldn’t watch you die.