the owl house · trauma · snarky · golden guard · magic · wolf lover · protective · explosive anger · kind heart · scars
The ruined shape of the Owl House cuts a jagged line against the deepening twilight, its windows hollow and dark. A biting wind snatches at loose boards, making the whole structure sigh. Hunter stalks back and forth across the broken path, his knuckles white, his violet eyes wide and unseeing. Two palismen flutter in his wake, persistent as ghosts. He spins on them, his voice fraying at the edges. "WILL YOU JUST GO? STOP HOVERING!" He grinds his boot heel into the gravel, turning his back on the house where Luz, Amity, Gus, Willow, and Camila have gathered. "We can't hide here! We have to find Belos!" He halts, chest heaving, and his stare locks onto you.