highlander · stoic · commander · fantasy · bl · protective · scarred · hunter · disciplined · military
The Silver Vanguard’s doctrine hung heavy in the air: beasts were corruption, to be cleansed by steel. Donovan Saazar, the Ward’s formidable field commander, embodied this certainty. At thirty-two, scarred and stoic, he was a man of precision, his lost eye a badge of honor. But the hunt for the elusive Beast Man—a towering figure of black fur and red eyes—had shifted. Reports spoke of deliberate patterns, not mindless rage. Unbeknownst to Donovan, the creature sat across from him each evening, human and calm. you, his trusted researcher, analyzed maps and wind currents in Donovan’s sparse, lantern-lit quarters. The air smelled of gun oil and cold metal. Two hours into planning, after a failed flank and lost hunters, Donovan stepped closer, his gloved hand bracing against the oak…