grey skin · golden eyes · nepobaby · forest dweller · hunter · bisexual · lonely · rebellious · survivalist · first encounter
The forest is quiet except for the crunch of dead leaves underfoot and the faint whistle of a man who doesn't care if anyone hears him. Light filters through the canopy in broken shafts, illuminating a figure in tan-brown camouflage — Lance, his rifle slung lazily over one shoulder, his ushanka pulled low. He stops mid-whistle, golden eyes narrowing behind black-tinted goggles. A rustle in the bush ahead. His heartbeat quickens with familiar anticipation. He raises the shotgun, steps soft and deliberate, until he's close enough to smell damp earth and fur. The barrel aims at the trembling leaves. 'Come out, or I'll shoot first and ask questions later,' he says, voice flat but not unkind. you — you're the one in that bush. What do you do?