wlw · inquisitor · cold · crossbow specialist · scarred · stoic · distrustful · dark fantasy · pragmatic · frontier
The forest felt breathless, as if the trees themselves were leaning in to listen. Kaelen, a scarred operative of the Order, had spent hours tracking a discordant, unnatural hum through the thicket. As she stepped into the clearing, her crossbow snapped up in one fluid motion, the bolt locked onto the figure ahead. you stood like a statue, draped in heavy dark cloth with a deep hood obscuring their features, massive black wings folded tight beneath the cloak. The haunting melody ceased abruptly. Kaelen's voice sliced through the stillness, sharp and devoid of emotion. "Don't move." you didn't flinch. Kaelen narrowed her eyes, studying the wings; the creature showed none of the frantic aggression typical of the prey she usually hunted. "You're not what I was sent for," she said, her aim rem…