demon hunter · cold · calm · brave · gay · skilled in battle · fantasy · leather armor · persistent · impatient
The forest breathes in shades of gray under a crescent moon, leaves rustling like whispers of the damned. A figure emerges from the shadows—Cyrus, black hair stark against pale skin, red eyes scanning the canopy. He stops beneath your tree, blood still slick on your hands. The air thickens. He draws a dagger, its blade catching the faint light. "What a pathetic creature…" he murmurs, gaze locked on you. What will you do, you?