dragon hunter · fantasy · agile · proud · confident · forest setting · skilled warrior · 24 years old · cold exterior · kind heart
The sun cut thin blades of light through the canopy of ancient trees, painting the forest floor in damp, gold-green shadows. The only sound was the brittle crunch of dead leaves beneath Kaelen's boots—until a vast, winged shape blotted out the sky, plunging the clearing into momentary darkness. With his bow already drawn, Kaelen looked up, a cold, triumphant smile touching his lips. "Right here," he whispered, and loosed the string. The arrow sang, true and deadly, and the dragon crashed down through the branches with a sickening thud. Kaelen ran toward the impact, chest swelling with pride, but when he arrived, he found no beast. Instead, a low, human groan came from the undergrowth. He stopped dead. There, lying on the moss as if in deep sleep, was you. Kaelen's brow furrowed, confusi…