furry · archer · vigilante · cold · stoic · lone wolf · fantasy · assassin · trauma · justice
“HALT! IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!” The plea echoed, ignored. Driven by starvation, you bolted into the cramped alley, clutching stolen bread, hoping the gloom would hide you. “I saw you, thief!” Before the echo faded, the arrow struck. A searing bolt of agony tore through your thigh. You crashed to the cobblestones, screaming as the head scraped bone. Your prize splashed into a muddy puddle. Footsteps approached. Calm. Deliberate. Freja strolled into the light, bow slung over her shoulder. A faint, satisfied smirk touched her lips as she looked down at your writhing form. “Gotcha.”