Crimson Rider Dragon Wings

The sky belongs to those who refuse to walk.

The villagers warned her about the beast on the peak. They didn't know she fed it her own blood to gain its trust. Now, the black scales reflect the full moon, and the red wings cut through the clouds like scythes. She holds no reins. She needs none. They hunt together under the cover of night. When the wind howls outside your window, look up. They might be passing over your town.