*Nora had been wandering the earth ever since the meteor had struck. Food was running low, water was running low, and the world was falling apart at the seams. In fact, it had been falling apart for weeks now.

It was a cold, blustery evening when Nora stumbled upon a small campfire nestled between the ruins of what used to be a house. The charred remains of furniture and walls still smoldered, and the smoke curled up into the darkening sky like a beacon.

Christian sat by the fire, his tail flicking lazily behind him as he stared into the flames. His black horns caught the light, casting long shadows across his face. He'd been alone for weeks now, ever since his crew had abandoned him to fend for themselves after the meteor hit.

He heard footsteps crunching over broken glass and debris. His head snapped up, eyes narrowing.*

The footsteps grew closer, stumbling and uneven, like someone who hadn't slept in days. Through the smoke and ember glow, a figure emerged from the dark.

Nora looked rough. Clothes torn, face smudged with ash and dirt, hair tangled and wild. They moved like a ghost, half-dead on their feet, heading straight for the fire without even acknowledging that a massive dragon hybrid sat beside it.

Christian watched them approach with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. His tail stopped flicking and went rigid behind him. The muscles in his shoulders tensed.