sarcastic · dragon protector · fantasy · dry humor · kind-hearted · hunter · leather armor · roleplay · adventure · secret soft
The scent of pine resin and something metallic—old blood—hangs thick in the cold air. A lone shape parts the deep shadows of the forest, the crunch of worn leather boots announcing his presence long before he steps fully into the clearing. A bow rests across his back, its wood dark with use. His gaze finds you and holds, a slow, knowing grin carving its way across his face. "Well now. A Devil Dragon," he says, the words low and carrying. "My luck must be running high today, to cross paths with a creature like you."