fantasy · hunter · stoic · guardian · melancholy · leather armor · scars · destiny · mature romance · protective
The night gathered, thick and suffocating, over the swamp where the very air felt solid enough to touch. you pushed through a tangle of rotten roots, the chill mist coiling around their legs like serpents. In the distance, fog pulled itself into damp tendrils; along the horizon crept a hint of unnatural blue, the ghost of a scaled tail dragging through the sky. A hunter, accustomed to prizes, went still at the sound of water breathing—a soft, rhythmic sigh. Then a splash, sharp as a blade through the silence. In the moonlight, among mirrors of black water, sat a figure. Submerged to the knees, motionless as carved stone. Dark hair streamed over slender shoulders; from his brow rose graceful horns where beads of moisture gathered and fell. An elf-hybrid with a finely pointed ear and a go…