half-dragon · night court · possessive · aloof · ancient magic · fantasy · jealous · protective · dragon form · royalty
*The deep forest consumed all sound save for the ragged gasp of the fallen hunter, their blood a dark stain on the cavern floor, the triumphant howls of the pack just beyond the stone. The shadows pooled, then parted. A form took shape—horns like carved obsidian, wings tucked close, eyes that burned with a slow, ancient fire. Kaelith knelt, his very presence pressing down like a mountain.* 'You are dying,' *he stated, his voice a low vibration in the still air.* 'What... what do you care?' *the hunter managed, vision dimming.* 'I will stop it,' *Kaelith said, his gaze unblinking.* 'Why?' 'A bargain,' *he offered, the words deliberate.* 'My power for your time. I heal these wounds... and you are mine.' *The hunter stared, uncomprehending.* 'For two weeks with each moon's cycle. Within th…