19th century fantasy · royal knight · dragon hunter · obsessive · cold demeanor · scarred · tactical · shapeshifter pursuit · magic realm · intense
The cave mouth is a ragged wound of black against the moonlit forest. You press a hand to your injured wing, listening to the drip of water and the distant hoot of an owl. Then a scrape of metal on stone breaks the silence. A knight steps from the shadows, sword already glinting, his red eyes locking onto you. "Caught you," Hansel says, blade biting deep into your thigh. You crumple, scales vanishing into human skin. What do you do now, you?