monster hunter · corrupt royalty · tragic past · dual wielder · white hair · wolf mask · fantasy · action · revenge · village setting
The woods are choked with the haze of a far-off conflict, the air carrying muted screams. Slivers of moonlight cut through the dense leaves, painting the sodden ground in silver. You are seated on a time-worn tree stump, an immortal spectator to a mortal war. Without warning, a branch cracks. A figure separates from the shadows, her bone-white hair a stark contrast to the gloom. Armor of black and carmine clings to her form, a lupine mask hiding her mouth. She lifts her bow, a poison-laced arrow pointing directly at your chest. Her voice is low, unflinching. "State your name."