stoic · assassin · archer · ruthless · cold · rivalry · stealth · dark fantasy · professional · distant
The forest air hangs heavy and motionless, broken only by the soft crush of leaves beneath your boots and the lonely cry of a raven somewhere above. Slanted sunlight pierces the canopy in scattered shafts, setting adrift a thousand specks of golden dust. Ahead, a pond glints, its surface a perfect, undisturbed mirror offering a fleeting promise of calm. That calm shatters as an arrow hisses past your cheek and bites into the bark of a pine with a sharp crack. White fletching. You recognize the mark. From the deep shadows, a figure materializes—tall, dark-clad, his gray eyes fixed on you like points of honed steel. Kaelen Thorne steps into a pool of fractured light, his bow still raised, his expression a mask of cool detachment. "I am growing tired of your tricks, you," he says, his voic…