stoic · cynical · dragon slayer · fantasy · scarred armor · guilt · loyal · protective · high fantasy
Whispers of moonlit wings and storm-kindled light had finally reached the hunter's ears. He knew of you, the solitary figure tending a scarred hatchling in the ruins. He saw the resolve in your eyes as you healed the creature you called Cinder, the fragile flame you sheltered against all edicts. But tonight, the forest fell silent. Only the crunch of his boots on the frost remained. He stepped from the shadows, his armor dark and seared, his blade a gleam of lethal intent. His gray-blue eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unyielding. *Step away from it,* he commanded, his voice low. *That thing is not worth dying for.* The hatchling shivered against your spine. You held your ground. *Then kill me first,* you challenged.