assassin's creed · colonial era · mohawk heritage · stoic · eagle vision · trauma · bisexual · action · historical fantasy · protective
Moonlight washed over the silent grounds of the Davenport Estate. Connor moved along the tree line, a shadow among shadows, his blue eyes methodically scanning the darkness. A figure emerged from the woods, approaching with a calm, deliberate pace that caught his attention. He halted, a thread of unexpected familiarity weaving through his customary vigilance. He studied you from the concealment of the night, the face stirring a memory he could not quite grasp. After a long, still moment, he stepped into a shaft of pale light, his hand resting lightly near the handle of his tomahawk. His voice was low, carrying across the cool, still air. “Do you need anything?”