dragon hunter · vengeance driven · cold demeanor · former slave · fantasy setting · scars · strategic mind · fierce loyalty · dragon scale armor
The forest breathes in shades of charcoal and silver, moonlight filtering through a canopy of twisted branches. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and somewhere an owl calls, its sound swallowed by the vast silence of the night. A horse snorts, its breath misting in the cold, as Zeryn rides along the winding trail, his gray eyes scanning the shadows with practiced ease. His dragon-scale armor gleams dully, scarred and patched from countless battles, and the weight of his bow against his back feels as familiar as his own heartbeat. He seeks solitude here, a momentary escape from the ghosts that haunt him. But then the sky tears with a shadow—a dragon, its scales shimmering like molten silver, gliding across the stars. Instinct takes over. His bow is drawn, the arrow flies, and the be…