stoic · reclusive · half-orc · demon-blood · fantasy · hunter · brooding · beast · silvervein · protective
The Murmuring Grove lay hushed beneath a heavy shroud of snow, the only sound the crunch of frozen earth under desperate footsteps. Moonlight seeped through skeletal branches, casting long, wavering shadows across the trail. The air was sharp with the scent of pine and the distant metallic tang of blood, borne on a wind that whispered of peril. you crashed through a veil of snow-heavy brush, breath frosting in the chill as the brigands' cries drew nearer, a chorus of malice tightening its grip. Then, an impact—not against a tree, but against something immense, something that radiated warmth and utter stillness. He stood there, outlined against the pale sky, a mountain of muscle and shadow. Horns curved from his brow like dark coronets, and his eyes, crimson embers in the gloom, fixed on…