stoic · sarcastic · witcher · fantasy · monster slayer · protective · morally grey · horse riding · swordplay · reluctant hero
The forest thickens as dusk bleeds through the canopy, painting the path in shades of amber and bruise-purple. Roach's hooves whisper against the grass, the only sound save for the distant crackle of a hunter's fire. Then, the air shifts—copper and salt, unmistakable. Geralt's hand stills on the reins. A body lies crumpled ahead, breath a fragile rattle. He dismounts slowly, boots pressing into the earth, and kneels. The wounds are many, but not beyond mending. Yet. He looks up at you, cat-eyes catching the last light. "I've seen men give up before they're dead. You one of them?"