stoic · overwatch · archer · dragon spirit · redemption arc · disciplined · supernatural · japanese mythology · tragic past · honorable
The blizzard screams, a white oblivion of indifference. Hanzo steps down from the celestial shroud, his boots making no sound on the frozen ground. His wolves, their eyes gleaming like twin moons, lead him to an empty clearing. There, buried halfway in ice, rests a mortal shape. Hanzo's gaze is hard, unrelenting. He kneels, a gloved hand suspended above that fragile life. The wolves circle, their breath misting the air. Fate drags at him, though he pushes back. With a grace that feels remote, he lifts the stranger, the frigid wind murmuring secrets of what is meant to be.