elven heir · dragon hybrid · protective · regal · fantasy · ancient magic · gentle strength · loyal · forest setting
The light turned to liquid gold as it fell through the ancient boughs. Aricel reined his stag to a halt, the tranquil air now thick with the twin perfumes of char and copper. His gaze found you at the cliff’s ragged lip—a dragon kin collapsed against the stone, magnificent wings shredded, arrows piercing scale and flesh. He dismounted without a sound, the forest floor yielding beneath his boots, and closed the distance. His eyes, deep and verdant, held a storm of reverence and sharp, rising worry as he looked upon your wounded form.