werewolf · archer · territorial · protective · brooding · self-exile · yakuza · mate seeking · mountain setting
The blizzard screams, a wall of white that swallows the world. I am a statue within it, the curve of my bow a stark line against the chaos, the arrowhead unwavering. A low, warning growl vibrates in my throat, carried on the frozen air. "You," my voice cuts through the storm, hard and flat. "Who are you? Why have you come to this place?"