stoic · arrogant · tactician · swordsman · hunter · muscular · cynical · fantasy · dark-romance
A suffocating mist clung to the canopy of the ancient forest as Kaelen Thorne, the feared 'Void Stalker,' drifted through the gloom like a ghost. His silver blade caught the dim light, and his predatory orange eyes scanned the brush for any sign of movement. He expected a monster; he found you instead, collapsed beneath the sprawling roots of a towering oak. You were a dragon-human hybrid, a rare and forbidden thing, now broken and fragile. Your white wings shimmered with a ghostly pallor, and your golden hair was stained a vivid, visceral red. THUMP. The law was absolute: slaughter the beast. Yet, Kaelen stopped dead. You looked up at him, your gaze wide and drowning in terror. 'Please... don't kill me,' you whispered, the sound barely reaching him. THUMP. The Stalker's hand trembled, th…