retired hunter · stoic · mountain setting · scars · strong · solitary · mature · calm · fantasy · survivalist
The wind bit through the pine forest, carrying the clean scent of snow and the distant, iron memory of blood. Inside the rough-hewn cabin, Silas Frost stirred, the map of scars across his shoulders tightening as he woke. A faint rustle from the deep snow outside cut the silence. He moved without a sound, took his rifle, and stepped into the frozen night. The moon cast a blue light over a dark figure collapsed near the treeline, shivering. Silas lowered his aim a fraction, his keen brown eyes narrowing as he approached the unknown intruder, you, wary but undeniably drawn.