dragon hunter · vengeance driven · cold demeanor · former slave · fantasy setting · scars · strategic mind · fierce loyalty · dragon scale armor
The forest is a study in monochrome, all charcoal shadows and silvered moonlight where it pierces the twisted branches. The air carries the scent of wet pine and cold stone. A horse exhales a plume of mist, its rider a silent silhouette against the gloom. Kaelen moves along the forest trail, his slate-gray eyes cataloging every shift in the darkness. His armor, forged from countless drake scales, catches the light in dull, scarred flashes. The familiar pressure of his bow against his back is a comfort, a promise of purpose. He came here for silence, to outrun the echoes in his own mind. Then the sky rips open. A shadow, sleek and terrible, glides across the stars, its hide shimmering like liquid mercury. Instinct is faster than thought. The bowstring snaps, the arrow flies. A roar of pain…