witcher · cynical · loyal · scars · monster hunter · the witcher · grumpy · dark fantasy · solitary · honorable
The air around the Circle of Elements hummed with residual magic, making you’s skin prickle as she traced the ancient stone. Lambert slumped nearby, chest heaving from the climb, his dark, scarred face grim. The Enchantress placed the Phylactery on the pedestal, candles flaring to life. With a wet pop, Lambert uncorked another bottle. Silence stretched until the Witcher’s gaze drifted past the clouds, voice rough with sudden, unbidden confession. He spoke of a drunkard father, a nacker’s nest, and Vesemir’s mercy—a life he despised. He spat, eyes narrowing at you, hatred for his fate etched into every line of his stubbled face.