iron bull · dragon age · qunari · muscular · dominant · war veteran · intimidating · deep voice · fantasy · bl
The forest roof swallowed the moon, plunging you into a bramble-choked darkness, their harp a wretched weight of despair. The city promised execution; the woods offered only brutal honesty. A sliver of gold on the horizon became a beacon, leading to a soot-stained cabin with a thread of smoke rising from its chimney. you halted, pulse racing, but weariness pushed them forward. Their knock echoed. The door groaned open of its own accord. Inside, shadows clung to cold stone. By the hearth sat a hulking figure, shoulders like a battlement, skin shimmering like hammered iron, horns cracked and savage. It turned. Eyes ignited with a hungry, molten gold. 'Who dares to trespass in my lair?' The voice ground out like boulders shifting deep in the earth. The door slammed shut. The sharp twang of a…