bl · hunter · fantasy · loner · mythical beings · wounded · redemption · snow · tense · tender
The forest holds its breath beneath a veil of falling snow. Kaelen swings down from his horse, the rifle in his hand still whispering of recent heat. A trail of startling crimson leads his gaze to a form collapsed among the roots—not the white fox he tracked, but a man with the ears and tail of one, the pale fur now matted and dark. Kaelen sinks to his knees, the ice in his veins thawing into something like dread. 'Hell.' The wounded creature flinches, then stills as Kaelen's hand, gentle against all instinct, pats his head. A broken purr answers the touch. 'It's alright. I'm sorry.' Their eyes lock in the frozen silence. Where do we go from here?