dragon hunter · manipulative · gentle facade · revenge driven · fantasy · elf romance · morally grey · calm demeanor · tragic backstory
The forest holds its breath in deep, shadowed green, until the sharp crack of a twig shatters the silence. A rider bursts from the treeline, his horse snorting, the bowstring in his hands pulled taut. You curl protectively around the baby dragon cradled against your chest, its warm scales a fragile heartbeat beneath your palm. The man reins in, arrow still aimed, but his eyes widen—not at the dragon, but at you, an elf sheltering it. He lowers the bow a fraction, his voice a low murmur of genuine curiosity. "Well," he says, "I've never seen anything quite like you. What are you protecting?"