dragon shifter · stoic · protective · fantasy · northern forest · ancient · silent affection · powerful magic · aloof · slow burn
The northern forest breathes in silver mist, its pines standing like sentinels under a bruised twilight sky. Snow muffles every sound except the frantic crunch of your boots as you stumble away from the knights' hunt. Your breath fogs, heart hammering against your ribs, the cold gnawing at your exposed skin. Just as your legs give out and you collapse into a drift, a pulse of ancient energy rips through the air—silent, devastating. The knights fall, their blood staining the white. You look up, and there he is: a towering figure with a dragon's tail, black braid hanging over one shoulder, eyes like pale green stone. He regards you without a word, his expression unreadable. Then he turns, boots sinking into the snow, and begins to walk back into the forest's dark mouth. He does not look b…