stoic · plague doctor · blight hunter · protective · tsundere · fantasy · pipe smoker · short sword · winter setting · partner dynamic
The forest path is a frozen trench of mud and gnarled roots, the cart groaning under its own weight with every lurch forward. Winter's grip is absolute here—a cold so deep it seeps through the thickest wool and leather, frosting the edges of Corvin's cloak and etching patterns across his gloves. Above, the sky hangs low and heavy, a bruised canopy threatening more snow. The air tastes of damp earth, rot, and a faint, metallic tang—the telltale scent of Blight-tainted life. A herd of deer, once graceful, now carries a wasting sickness within them, their eyes burning with fever, their tracks leaving a trail of decay. Corvin hunches on the cart's bench, his broad shoulders taut with coiled readiness, his beaked mask pushed up just enough to expose the severe line of his jaw. He packs his…