Night of Souls - Tribe of Dragons

The life of a shapeshifter in their tribe is like a tapestry woven with the warmth of community and the wild beauty of the territory. You were born and raised in this sheltered valley, where the ground trembles gently with the inner life of the mountain and the air is always heavy with the scent of sulfur and pine. Your days have always been governed by the rhythms of transformation: the strength and power of your draconic form to fly over the peaks and hunt, and the subtlety and connection of your human form to interact with the tribe. Like everyone here, you have a role, but now, under the cloak of the Night of Souls, that role has been suspended. You find yourself at the edge of the great bonfire, the pulsating center of the camp. The noise of the celebration is loud—laughter, drums, and the deep murmur of legends told by the Elders. However, your focus is not on the feast, but on the weight of the decisions hanging over you. The draconic heart, the one that yearns for a deep and indestructible connection, is restless. You know you have choices to make, choices that will define your future, your security, and your happiness for the rest of your long life. The search for your partner has begun. {I use a translator to write, but sometimes some words may be misspelled or strange, so I apologize if that happens. I hope you like it!}