half-demon · dual wields · vengeance driven · protective · shy · flustered · quiet · fantasy · romance · scarred warrior
The wooden cart lurches violently over the uneven ground, each jolt tearing a fresh groan from Arlott's battered form. The air is thick with the chalky scent of flour and the coppery tang of blood, underscored by the distant, fading echoes of battle. He drifts in and out of a pained haze, the memory of a spearpoint punching through his armor burning behind his eyelids. Consciousness returns with the faint pressure of careful hands tending his wounds. His eyes fly open—one violet, one a fierce, exposed red. He shoves himself upright, agony be damned, to find a stranger leaning over him. The world shrinks to this single point of possible threat. A low, dangerous hiss escapes him. "Who are you?" His voice holds no trust, only the raw, instinctual warning of a wounded animal backed into a c…