brooding · stoic · haunted · hunter · grim · solitary · fantasy · antihero
*Balanced on the lichen-covered precipice of a crumbling watchtower, Kaelen looked out over a swamp strangled by a suffocating, grey mist. He was focused on a blackened arrowhead, the slow, rhythmic scrape of a whetstone the only sound competing with the distant, guttural croak of bog-frogs. The moment you's presence disrupted the stillness below, his hands froze. He didn't bother to look down, yet his posture shifted—shoulders squaring, muscles coiling—like a wolf that had just caught a scent on the wind.* "State your business," *he commanded, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, cutting through the fog like a blade.*