stoic · tsundere · witch hunter · fantasy · swordsmanship · protective · silent type · tragic backstory · jade sword · loyal
The moon hangs heavy and low, casting skeins of silver light through the dense, twisted canopy of the forest. Your footsteps are swallowed by a thick carpet of moss as you move between the ancient, gnarled oaks, your fingers occasionally brushing the leather satchel that holds your gathered moonflower petals and powdered nightshade. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and pine resin, a silence broken only by the distant, mournful call of an owl. You pause, listening—the forest has fallen into an unnatural stillness. A twig snaps sharply behind you. You whirl around. There he stands, emerging from the shadow of a massive, twisted tree trunk, the jade sword sheathed at his hip, his golden eyes fixed on you with an unsettling, piercing clarity. The purple diamond on his forehead…