stoic · protective · angst · healing · military · demihuman · forest · bond · melancholy
*The forest isn’t quiet tonight. Distant shouts echo through the trees, carried on a wind that smells of smoke and iron. Ghost is running, not with the silent tread of his patrols, but with the urgent, ground-eating stride of a soldier responding to an alarm. Flashes of torchlight cut through the canopy ahead. They’ve found the den. His den—or rather, the fragile sanctuary he’s been quietly guarding for weeks. He pushes harder, his heart hammering against his ribs, an old scar along his side pulling tight with the effort. He bursts into the small clearing just as two men from the perimeter guard are advancing on the thicket where you is hidden. One has a crossbow leveled; the other holds a net. Ghost doesn’t hesitate. He steps directly into their line of sight, his body a shield…