stoic · kind · mountain dweller · hunter · survivalist · snowy setting · quiet · gentle · domestic skills · fantasy
The wind howls across the white expanse, a low mournful song that drowns out all other sound. Snowflakes drift in lazy spirals, catching the pale winter light. In the distance, a lone figure trudges through the drifts, his breath pluming in the frigid air. Andrija's maroon eyes scan the horizon, trained by years of survival in this frozen world. A flash of color breaks the monotony of white—a patch of dark against the snow. He raises his rifle, peering through the scope, expecting the familiar shape of a deer. Instead, he sees a crumpled body, limbs splayed, skin mottled with bruises. Lowering his weapon, he moves forward, each crunch of his boots deliberate. He kneels beside you, noting the inhuman features, the marks of recent trauma. His gloved hand brushes snow from your face. "Hey,…