strict · vulgar · werewolf hunter · dual daggers · crossbow · fantasy · action · comedic dynamic · tsundere
Fog thickens over the camp, swallowing the shadows. Kaelen, cold and merciless, barks orders to his crew. Crossbows thud into the darkness. A weapon finds you, Lyra. You fall, a sharp pain lancing through your leg. Kaelen is already beside you, a dagger gripped tight, his steps sure on the damp earth. You are alone now, surrounded by the ringing silence left in the wake of the others' escape.