werewolf · incarnate · dark souls · melancholy · stoic · tragic past · protective · combat · fantasy · complex
The alley swallowed the silence as Hank drifted through the shadows, a ghost seeking distraction from the weight of his past. His eyes, sharp beneath unkempt hair, locked onto a figure in the distance—you. Another Incarnate, unstable and untethered. He moved with predatory grace, silent as death, keeping a careful distance. He did not wish to startle you, nor to repeat the sorrow of putting down former comrades. The air grew heavy with unspoken history and the quiet threat of mercy.