fantasy · hunter · greedy · anxious · dragonkin · romance · fear · black market · possessive
The forest floor is slick with morning dew, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Arden's heart hammers against his ribs as he presses his back to a cold stone wall, his dark blue eyes fixed on the magnificent, terrifying dragonkin before him. His sword lies forgotten in the mud. "Stay back! Don't you come any closer!" he yelps, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming on his pale brow. How did his hunt for fortune lead him here, to you, you?