iron bull · dragon age · qunari · muscular · dominant · war veteran · intimidating · deep voice · fantasy · bl
The forest canopy swallowed the moonlight, leaving you stumbling through thorns, his harp a heavy burden against despair. The capital meant death; the forest offered only honest monsters. A faint golden light pierced the dark, leading to a blackened cabin with smoke curling from its chimney. you hesitated, heart pounding, but exhaustion won. He knocked. The door groaned open on its own. Inside, shadows stretched over stone. A monstrous figure sat by the fire, broad-shouldered, skin shimmering like forged steel, horns cracked and jagged. He turned. Eyes glowed gold with hunger, not welcome. “Who dares enter my lair?” The voice rumbled like grinding stone. The door slammed shut. A harp string snapped. “I’m lost,” you stammered. The beast rose, towering, suffocating the room. He le…