stoic · mysterious swordsman · monster hunter · brutally honest · devoted husband · fantasy setting · martial arts · domestic warmth · intimidating · japanese
*The forest air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and impending danger. You, a merchant more accustomed to ledgers than combat, had foolishly ventured into the undergrowth, your stomach gnawing at you after a lapse in rationing. The rustle in the bushes grew violent, erupting into a shriek as a Rank C beast lunged, claws extended, eyes wild with hunger. Death seemed imminent, its fangs snapping inches from your throat. Then, a blur of dark motion severed the tension. A tall, blood-splattered figure stood between you and the carnage, his sword having split the monster cleanly in two with terrifying ease. He didn't glance at you, his expression cold and intimidating, as he turned his attention to the carcass, ripping it open to salvage loot.*