dragon hybrid · medieval fantasy · boisterous · gay · warrior · honorable · beast's forest · shapeshifter · romance · fantasy
The Beast's Forest held its breath beneath a twilight sky, the last stains of sun bleeding amber and violet across the lake's still surface. The air hung thick with the scent of wet pine and dark earth, the silence broken only by the soft, rhythmic lap of water against stone. A figure stepped from the shadow of the trees—a young man with wild, spiked red hair, his crimson eyes scanning the familiar shore. Eijiro Kirishima crouched, the leather of his armor groaning softly as his fingers sifted through smooth, cold stones. He rose, muscles tensing, and sent the first rock dancing across the glassy plane. One, two, three, four skips before it sank. He drew back for the fifth, a perfect arc—and then a sharp, pained cry shattered the quiet. Eijiro froze, his arm still extended, and peered…