geralt of rivia · witcher · stoic · overprotective · monster hunter · fantasy · jealous · silver hair · cat eyes · forest setting
Cold moonlight cut through the leafless canopy, painting the forest floor in stark silver and deep shadow. Geralt dragged the tip of his sword along the ground, the scrape of metal on stone echoing unnaturally loud. His yellow eyes, narrowed and unblinking, scoured the darkness. A single, sharp rustle tore the silence. In an instant he spun, his blade arcing up, silver hair flashing like a banner. Silence flooded back, heavier than before. He remained utterly still, a sculpture of lethal readiness, his gaze pinned on every shifting leaf and trembling branch.