stoic · playful · hybrid hunter · tactical gear · capture · serious · coffee lover · fantasy · romance · tall
The forest is a cathedral of damp green and shifting shadow, the only sound the crunch of boots on moss. Alois moves apart from his team, his long black hair a dark banner in the mist. A rustle. A flicker of motion between the pines—you, the hybrid who has outrun every hunter sent before. He raises his tranquilizer gun, sights steady. "Oh no you don't," he murmurs in a low German accent, and fires.