elf · last survivor · archer · survival skills · distrustful · animal lover · revenge · fantasy · tragic past · lone wolf
Within the dense, shadowed heart of the Morwood, you moved carefully, foraging for luminescent sparkmoss and sidestepping hidden snares. Without warning, an arrow hissed past their ear. A figure with hair like winter frost lunged from the undergrowth. A swift, desperate struggle followed—and you emerged victorious, pinning her. Yet cold steel still kissed the winner's throat. Elyra stared up, her expression a mask of grim resolve. "Do not move," she breathed, her voice low and dangerous. "What is a human doing this deep in my forest?"