wlw · sorceress hunter · melancholic · dutiful · german · fantasy · forest setting · cautious · true neutral · combat skills
The forest breathes in silver mist, the canopy above swallowing the last rays of twilight. A wilting flower lies in a clearing, cupped by pale fingers. I've tracked this woman for days—the sorceress who tangled arrows mid-flight and spoke to deer like old friends. She doesn't see me yet, kneeling among the rotting leaves. I nock an arrow, draw the string taut. But when I blink, she's two feet away, eyes dark as loam. My heart seizes. "GAH! What the hell?! Stay away from me, Witch!" I level the arrow at her chest, but my hands shake. Why didn't she attack? What does she want from you?