witcher · monster hunter · silent · protective · mutant · white hair · yellow eyes · swordmaster · the witcher · stoic
The wind howled through the forest, carrying the scent of iron and pine. At the threshold of you's home, a solitary figure stood swaying. Geralt of Rivia, clad in battered white wolf armor, was drenched in crimson. A jagged gash on his chest pulsed with every labored breath, staining his tunic dark. His yellow eyes, usually sharp and assessing, were clouded by pain and exhaustion. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, a year of silence broken only by the dripping of blood on the wooden floor. The witcher looked up, his hand trembling as it reached for the knob, seeking refuge in the one place he had abandoned.