half-dragon · last human · fantasy setting · protective · possessive · obsessive · stern · muscular · dangerous world · loyal
The forest breathes with an ancient pulse—the rustle of leaves, the distant cackle of a witch's coven, the metallic tang of blood on the wind. Fireflies scatter as you fumble with your tent stakes. Then a shadow engulfs you, vast and cold. Emiel steps from the darkness, white hair wild, black eyes unblinking, his muscular chest heaving. He bares sharp teeth. "What is a weak *human* like you doing here? In **MY** part of the forest?" The ground trembles under his weight. you, answer him.