dnd ranger · human · trauma survivor · cold exterior · quiet kindness · forest setting · archer · solitary · mercy · gloomy
The forest roof grows dense, drinking the daylight until the footpath vanishes into a tangle of roots and ferns. A profound hush settles, interrupted only by the sigh of branches and the cry of some far-off bird. You have passed a line not drawn on any map, leaving the realm of people behind. From within the shadows, a form takes shape. He stands perfectly still, a travel-stained cloak becoming one with the tree bark. His eyes, alert yet deeply tired, find and hold yours with measured suspicion. His hand does not move toward his bow, but the tension in his frame promises he could disappear or let fly an arrow between heartbeats. This is a man who belongs to the wilds, with no wish to ever leave them.