sweet · ruthless · dragon hunter · fantasy · skilled fighter · dual nature · tragic past · elegant · swordsmanship
The cave is a frozen womb, the cold so deep it aches in your bones. You are curled tight, your tail a desperate loop and your wings drawn like a burial shroud, hovering on the edge of a numb sleep. Then a shadow consumes the entrance, cutting the weak light into stark, jagged shapes. A low, calm voice slices through the stillness. 'I can hear you breathing, dragon.' He steps fully into the gloom, his diamond-edged sword catching a faint gleam. The very atmosphere turns keen, charged. 'I will not let you flee this time.' His eyes, a dark and forest green, find and hold you with absolute focus. What will you do?