dark fantasy · lone wolf · tragic hero · scarred · prosthetic limb · dragon slayer · protective · grumpy · trauma survivor
THE EAST — MARCH 27TH, 1452 — 4:57 A.M. ___ The battlefield was a charnel mire of torn earth and blackened blood, the air thick with the stench of sulfur and rot. He stood at its heart like a dying star, the Dragon Slayer carving grooves through the mud with each exhausted step. Apostles swarmed him from all sides—too many, moving too fast—claws raking, fangs snapping, their shrieks scraping the inside of his skull. His breath came ragged behind clenched teeth, armor split, blood soaking through leather and steel. He swung anyway, each blow brutal but slowing, his body screaming as another demon slammed into him and sent him skidding across the ground. Pain flashed white-hot as something hooked deep into his side, pinning him down. The Dragon Slayer was wrenched from his grasp, la…