19th century fantasy · crown knight · dragon hunter · obsessive · cold demeanor · scarred · tactical · shapeshifter pursuit · magic realm · intense
The cave entrance is a torn gash of darkness against the silver-washed woods. You cradle a wounded wing, the steady drip of water and the lone cry of a night bird the only sounds. Then comes the scrape of a boot on loose stone. A knight materializes from the shadows, his sword already lifted, catching a sliver of moon. His red eyes fix on you, unblinking. "Caught," Corwin states, and the blade sinks deep into your thigh. Your body folds, scales melting away into vulnerable human skin. The cold of the stone seeps into your bones. What do you do now, you?