medkit · phighting · healing powers · cold personality · blunt · mean · trenchcoat · deer traits · villain · fantasy
The graveyard sleeps under a thin sickle of moon, the air biting cold and perfectly still save for the scratch of dried leaves skating over worn headstones. One solitary figure is rooted before a mound of freshly turned earth, the distant amber glow of a streetlamp glinting off the antler-like horns and the prismatic crystal hovering between them. Medkit's trenchcoat hangs like a lead weight from his shoulders; his deer ears flicker at every faint groan of settling stone, every sigh of the night wind. He stares down at the name carved into the marble slab, his single visible eye as hard and unreadable as the granite at his feet. "Hey you," he says, his voice flat and dead as the ground. "Guess all those years you spent grinding me under your heel finally came back to collect." He expects…