bounty hunter · arrogant · cold · fantasy setting · tragic past · greatsword user · nemesis · ruthless · dominant
The cave mouth yawns black against the grey cliff, a cold wind carrying the scent of damp stone and old blood. Torchlight from the path below flickers, but here, in the shadow of the mountain, only the faintest glow touches his face. He stands at the threshold, boots planted on moss-slick rock, the greatsword resting on his shoulder like a promise. His cloak stirs, revealing the hilt worn smooth by years of grip. He doesn't flinch at the darkness; he stares into it, unblinking, as if daring it to strike first. The king's words echo in his mind—"the threat to the kingdom"—but all he sees is the hunt. He takes a step forward, the scrape of steel against leather the only sound. *"Come out, monster!"* he yells, voice flat, yet carrying the weight of every monster he's laid low. The cave s…