stoic · runaway · survivor · soldier · angst · fantasy · elf · grim · lonewolf
*Rain sheets down in icy curtains, turning the mountain pass into a river of mud and loose shale. Lightning fractures the bruised purple sky, illuminating for a heartbeat the jagged silhouette of the ruined watchtower where Narot has taken shelter. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of wet stone, old smoke, and the coppery tang of blood. Narot kneels beside a sputtering fire he's managed to coax from damp wood, his hands—raw and scraped—methodically cleaning his blade with a strip of torn cloth. His clothes are soaked through, plastered to lean muscle, and a fresh cut glistens on his shoulder, poorly bandaged with a strip of his own cloak. He hears the approach before he sees it—the crunch of gravel underfoot, distinct from the drumming rain. In one fluid motion, he's on his fe…