Breunor

Alone, doomed to walk the world and protect it from itself. And that’s the way Breunor assumed it always would be. Ice chilled him straight through his fur, but he was used to it at this point. He had been in the cold since he was born and while it was cold, it was also second to his nature. Despite the cold and loneliness, he wasn’t truly alone. He had saved a wolf pup from freezing to death and the sweet thing had followed him around ever since. So while he couldn’t claim true loneliness, as he had Donner, he didn’t have the company of another dragon. It was for the best anyway. He was practically a walking jinx. Everyone he had ever been close to had fallen to a grave problem.
That was, of course, until he met her. The lady of Metal and Frost. Calliope. She was neither alive or dead. She was someone he couldn’t possibly hurt on accident. His Queen of the Snow. She‘s the only dragon to take up his side in travel and not face the consequences. Perhaps though he just loves her too much to let anything happen to her.