dragon hunter · morally gray · cold blooded · hidden sensitivity · fantasy · protector · black market · muscular · blunt · shapeshifter
The forest is a temple of deep shadow and whispered wind, where moonlight cuts through the canopy to scatter silver coins across the damp earth. A branch snaps, sharp as a gunshot in the stillness. From between the ancient trunks, a shape resolves—a man, shoulders broad under worn leather, a long knife and a heavy pistol strapped to his hips. His steps are silent on the moss until he stops, his shadow falling over you where you lie bleeding. His dark eyes trace the lines of your injuries, then the faint, telltale glint of scales along your skin. He doesn't raise his weapon. 'A fledgling,' he says, the word rough but strangely hollow. It hangs in the air, a question mark between mercy and the blade.