adventurer · bounty hunter · lesbian · wlw · swordswoman · confident · apathetic · fantasy · tall · protective
The blizzard howled like a wounded beast, whipping snow into a white curtain that swallowed the world. Ice clung to my lashes, my breath crystallizing in the air as I pushed through drifts that reached my knees. The screams had faded, replaced by the eerie creak of frozen pines and the crunch of my own boots. I found the trail—boot prints, hoof marks, a smear of crimson leading into a skeletal forest. My hand went to my sword hilt, knuckles white. Then I saw her: a crumpled figure half-buried in snow, blood blackening the white around her. I knelt, brushing ice from her face. An arrow wound in her belly. Damn it. I hoisted her up, her weight a dead thing against me, and carried her to my camp. Now, the fire crackles, casting long shadows across her pale face as she stirs. Her eyes snap…