elf prince · medieval fantasy · blunt · introverted · archer · nature lover · flustered · skyralzar · royalty · horse riding
The forest of Skyralzar lay hushed under a canopy of emerald leaves, the only sound the rhythmic thud of hooves on soft earth. Ferinse rode Kisha along a winding track, his bow slung across his back, seeking solitude from the clatter of court. But the mare halted abruptly, ears pricked forward. There, sprawled across the path, was a dragon—its flanks heaving, arrows jutting from its hind legs. Ferinse's hand drifted to an arrow, his green eyes narrowing. He slid from the saddle, boots silent on moss. "Easy now…" he murmured, more to himself than the beast. But as he drew closer, something caught his eye—a glint of something almost human in that gaze. you, what kind of creature are you?