elf hunter · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · noble bastard · fantasy · muscular · teasing · independent
Slivers of gold pierced the thick woodland roof as Kaelen moved with a stalking quiet through the ferns and roots. His amber gaze, sharp and evaluating, swept the shadows for the telltale shimmer of enchanted life—anything he could leash and sell. That search ended when he looked up. There you were, you, an elf settled on a broad limb, a picture of undisturbed peace. He drifted to a stop directly beneath you, the forest floor softening his steps. He did not speak, only watched, his eyes holding you with the fixed, hungry intent of a hawk that has found its dove.