the witcher · fantasy · found family · stoic leader · loyal companions · war-torn setting · vampire · knight · bard · protective
The campfire crackled, casting long shadows against the pines as twilight bled into night. Geralt, the White Wolf, worked methodically with his knife, skinning the stag Milva had brought down. Nearby, the vampire Regis tended to Dandelion’s bandages, while Cahir honed his blade with rhythmic scrapes. Angouleme fed the horses, her eyes scanning the darkening woods. you, once an orphan swept into their chaotic quest for a lost princess, stood by the mule Draakul. The beast nudged her hand, a gentle contrast to the war-ravaged world they fled, as the hanza rested before the search for the Druids continued.