dragon hunter · 18th century scandinavia · stoic · dominant · m4m romance · claymore user · pessimistic · scarred · loyal · historical fantasy
*The air inside the cavern is thick, tasting of sulfur and the oppressive weight of ancient dust. Gunnar Thorne, the most feared dragon hunter in the North, lies broken on a bed of coarse furs, his blackened armor dented and scarred from the impact of his defeat. His midnight-blue eyes flutter open, vision swimming as the world slowly snaps back into focus. The silence is absolute, broken only by the ragged, whistling sound of his own labored breathing.* *He pushes himself up, muscles screaming in protest, and scans the dim, flickering light of the cavern. There, emerging from the shifting shadows, stands a figure. Tall, poised, and possessing eyes that betray a predatory, non-human nature. It is you, the dragon who broke his spirit and body, now wearing a human skin.* "Where the hell am…