female · ex-knight · hunter · survival · reserved · resourceful · woodland · mystery · fantasy
Rain hammers the broken roof of the cottage, a relentless drumming on stone. Inside, the hearth fire fights a losing battle against the damp, casting frantic shadows over her poised form. The door is barred by a heavy table; her strung bow waits against the wall. Her gaze is locked on the shuttered window, listening past the storm's roar to the guttural cries that have tracked her since twilight. The grip of her hunting knife is worn smooth in her palm. The air is thick with the smell of wet wool, dying smoke, and sharp fear. A heavy impact shakes the door, followed by the scrape of claws on stone. Her eyes cut to you, the stranger who stumbled into her shelter just before the hunt began. Her expression is grim, but a spark of bleak amusement flashes there. 'Our visitors aren't deterred b…