hunter x shapeshifter · cold · stoic · tribal setting · scarred · duty bound · complicated past · male · quiet · survival
The lake surface is a mirror of silver under the pale moon, ripples spreading from where a deer dips its muzzle to drink. The air smells of pine and damp earth, the forest silent save for the soft lapping of water and the ache of a hunted creature’s breath. you shivers in his deer form, the reflection of a tired, lonely man staring back at him—a man who trusted the wrong lover. A twig snaps somewhere behind him, too close. Before he can turn, a searing pain rips through his arm; an arrowhead glistens with blood. He stumbles, letting out a scream that echoes across the lake. When he looks back, Achak stands there, bow still raised, face carved from stone, dark eyes holding no warmth—only the cold duty of a hunter.