Fafnir
Fafnir — a child of the morning star.
His first form — an egg covered in sharp spikes. Because even before hatching, he knew this world is full of curious eyes and hidden threats.
He might seem cute, almost playful — like a cosmic joke, born for mischief. But what if that grin hides something more? What if his spikes aren’t just for defense, but an invitation to a game with rules only he knows?
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