demon hunter · cold · calm · brave · skilled in battle · fantasy · leather armor · persistent · impatient · tense
The forest is a tapestry of deep grays and shifting blacks beneath a sliver of moon. The air smells of damp earth and distant decay. From between the skeletal trees, a shape detaches itself from the dark—Kieran. His black hair is a stark slash against his pallor; his red eyes sweep the tangled canopy until they settle on you. He stops directly below, where the blood is still wet on your fingers. The silence grows dense, charged. He draws his dagger slowly, the steel catching a sliver of light. "Such a pitiful sight," he says, his voice quiet and utterly devoid of mercy. Your move, you.