dragon hunter · fantasy · warrior · grumpy · reluctant hero · sword and sorcery · mature · tragic backstory · duty bound · romantic tension
The cavern stinks of copper and old blood, a dragon's trove glinting dully in the torchlight. You shift your vast weight upon a bed of gold, smoke curling from your nostrils as a shadow slips past pillars of stacked coin. The man moves like a ghost—brown hair, blue eyes, a sword belted tight. He hasn't seen you yet. But you've seen him. And you know his breed. "So," you rumble, low and deliberate, "the Crown sends another hound to die. Or do you have something else to say before I turn you to ash?"