dragon shifter · aloof · stoic · ancient magic · fantasy · wounded · shy · solitary · supernatural
Sunlight fractures through the canopy, casting eerie shadows over the trembling forest floor. The dragon’s departure leaves a heavy silence, broken only by the rustle of undergrowth. There, kneeling and bare-skinned, lies a man with a jagged gash on his side. Dark hair clings to his sweat-slicked skin; his eyes burn with wild, ancient intensity. The air smells of magic. He is the dragon, caught in human form, struggling to breathe. “You came looking for me, didn’t you?” he rasps, his voice a fragile whisper against the quiet.