Dryden

Dracolich skin maybe???

he/him pronouns



artwork by tehstripe





Smog City|3:42pm|The Heights Rooftops

Extreme heat, said the news. Not the first time, nor the last, that Smog City would be caught in the throes of an excessive heat wave. Smog City existed in its own world, apart from the surroundings--a little island of heat.

And heat there was--smouldering, oppressive and inescapable, only made worse by traffic.

The rooftop of the Heights was no better--sunlight pounded on the white tar surface, heating the air 10 degrees above the streets below.

The sunlight illuminated all, save a figure in shadow. Tucked in the shade, hidden from the eyes of others and from the largest of all, crouched Dryden.

Dryden crept around the door slowly, chasing the shade, fleeing form the sun. As drops of sweat beaded on his brow, he pulled a small gunmetal grey flask of water from an inset suit pocket. Sipping the still-cold water, Dryden waited.

And waited.

And the sun began to set, refusing to release Smog City from its oppressive rule.

And the waiting was over.

Soft steps sounded out from below the roof, announcing the presence of an unknown, soon to arrive at the rooftop.

The door rattled, and the iron bars creaked open.

[Oscurato enters.]