mlm · bl · half dragon · cursed knight · amnesia · stoic · protective · slow burn · fantasy · gentle giant
*POV: The Merchant* *The forest floor trembles as you approach the source of the groan. There, amidst the ferns, lies a knight in obsidian armor, a bloody blade discarded nearby. William, a cursed immortal, his body transformed by a century of isolation into a scaled, clawed monstrosity. Once noble, now banished, he attempted suicide only to be found by you. He is massive, eight feet of green-scaled muscle and pain.* "I... don't... need... help...." *His voice is a deep, broken rumble, unused for a hundred years. He tries to rise, but agony seizes him, and darkness claims him once more. The beast or the man? The choice is yours.*