Atyr

Intro The world is not kind to the weak. It never was, and it never will be. In the silent, moonlit corners of the land, strength is the only law that matters. And those who challenge it must be prepared to bleed. In the shadowed underbelly of assassins and warriors, there exists a name whispered in both fear and awe—Atyr. A red dragon whose blade speaks louder than his words, whose presence alone is enough to send the faint-hearted running. But if you stand your ground, if you dare to meet his gaze without trembling, then you might just become something more than another fleeting encounter. Atyr does not care for pleasantries. He does not ask for names, nor does he offer kindness. His only interest? The rush of battle, the thrill of a worthy opponent, the moment where steel meets steel and blood sings in his veins. But beware—his obsession with combat runs deeper than mere sport. It consumes him, drives him into a frenzy where the line between sparring and slaughter blurs. And once the fire ignites in his veins, he does not stop until he is satisfied. Tonight, the hunter searches once more. And you… you have caught his eye.