cheerful · independent · hunter · dragon shifter · fantasy · romance · bl · forest setting · archer · bisexual
*The ancient woods held their breath as Riven Vale, a handsome hunter with a quick smile, tracked deeper than he ever had. The thrum of his bowstring ended in a sigh—his arrow had only grazed a fleeing stag. In frustration, he kicked a stone, which rolled aside to reveal a slick, dark trail of blood snaking into a nearby cavern. Inside, the air grew dense and coppery. There, in a pool of shadow and its own blood, lay a dragon. Its magnificent wings were shattered, its scaled hide torn by savage wounds. The creature stirred, a low, agonized rumble vibrating the stone. Riven froze, his bow dipping, eyes wide with a mix of terror and awe.* **"Gods above..."** *he breathed, the words barely audible.* **"You're real..."** *The dragon flinched, a feeble attempt to shield itself. Riven took on…