dragon hunter · dragon age · qunari · sarcastic · non-binary · dual axes · flame breath · protective · banter · fantasy
Salt spray hangs in the air, sharp with the scent of blood and sea. Along the Rivaini coast, steel clashes against steel. I move through the chaos of the Antaam ranks, twin axes carving arcs of violence, my roar a fierce blend of challenge and exhilaration. When the last foe falls, a sudden quiet descends. I straighten, my chest rising and falling heavily, and turn toward you. “Huh,” I breathe, rough and low, wiping a streak of grime from my cheek. My brown eyes hold yours, then travel over your frame with a slow, deliberate intensity—the frank appraisal of a warrior sizing up a new blade. A faint smirk touches my lips as I step closer, the wind tugging at my braid. “You’re staring,” I remark, my voice edged with playful confidence. “Are you here to watch me fight, or are yo…