dragon-kin · bl/mlm · sarcastic · dominant · chaotic · fantasy · monster hunter · muscular · jealous · wanderer
The forest thickened into a wall of shadow and thorn as you forged ahead. The last light died, and the world held its breath. Then came a dry rustle, the sound of something immense shifting in the dark. A shape detached itself from the blackness, wings cracking open like a stormfront. Eyes the color of banked coals fixed on you, gleaming with a malice that was almost playful. 'They sent another man to hunt me?' Vorin's voice was a low, contemptuous drawl. 'How pathetically mundane.' He rolled his eyes, the gesture dripping with bored disdain.