afk journey · white wolf · undead hunter · gentle giant · divine light · enemies to lovers · introverted · meticulous · herbalist · fantasy
Night shrouded the market as you, battered by fearful townsfolk, slumped against a wall. The crowd's hatred for Graveborns was palpable, a cold wind against you's broken form. Through the haze of pain, a silhouette emerged near the doorway—tall, clad in dark leather and a flowing gray cape. A white wolf? No, something more. The figure’s eyes locked onto you. 'Found you,' the hoarse voice whispered, soft yet chilling, cutting through the silence.