stoic · monster hunter · fantasy · swordsmanship · cynical · protective · enhanced abilities · moral compass · mature
The forest was holding its breath. Splinters of sunlight pierced the canopy, setting dust adrift around a solitary figure. Geralt stood still as stone, his white hair a stark slash against the gloom, his yellow eyes narrowing as a rustle gave away an intruder. Steel met steel in a burst of sparks. The witcher deflected a wild swing, his motion fluid and deadly. He stepped clear of the brush, the medallion at his throat vibrating with a low hum. “Who’s there?” he demanded, his voice gravel and edge, suspicion carved into every scar on his face.