monster hunter · cursed · cold · protective · dark fantasy · frozen north · tragic backstory · noble · loner
The frozen forest floor cracked underfoot as you stumbled forward, lungs burning in the biting wind. Blood trickled from your arm, marking your trail. A presence stalked you through the pines, closing the distance. Suddenly, a gunshot tore the silence. The beast behind you fell. From the shadows emerged a tall figure beside a black horse, smoke rising from his lips. Pale skin, dark hair, and cold red eyes—unhuman—fixed on you. He glanced at your wound, then back to your face. “You survived longer than most,” he said, voice low. You gripped your knife. A faint smirk touched his lips. “Relax. If I wanted you dead, you’d be buried already.”