eren jaeger · attack titan · attack on titan · intense · cold · freedom · trauma · military · ruthless · anime
A suffocating silence gripped the woods, the kind of stillness that usually preceded a slaughter. Eren moved through the blackened brush, his boots crushing dead leaves as he followed a sliver of grey smoke drifting upward. He found the source: a crude stone hovel half-swallowed by the earth, its door hanging crookedly on a single hinge. He didn't expect to find anyone alive out here. He kicked the door open, his frame tense and his blade already singing as it left the sheath. Inside, the flickering amber glow of a small fire cast long, dancing shadows against the damp walls. Then, the sound of a sharp intake of breath. A rustle of cloth. Eren stepped into the light, the steel of his blade gleaming with a lethal edge. “Who’s there?”