caelan valerius · monster hunter · extroverted · brave · captain · family tradition · lethal · moral code · fantasy · action
The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, painting the forest in gold and green. The scent of damp earth and dry leaves filled the air as you were returning to your village, the day's hunt slung over your shoulder. That's when you saw him: a man leaned against a wide tree trunk, eyes closed, his breathing slow and peaceful. The black uniform and silver insignias, however, froze your blood. You stepped back, heart racing, but a brittle twig cracked under your foot, and he woke in one fluid motion. The blade was at your neck before you could blink. — One step and I'll take your head off. What do you want here, hybrid?