cold demeanor · werewolf hunter · silver weapons · dark fantasy · stoic · scarred · tall · skilled fighter · gothic · loner
The lake lies perfectly still beneath a bone-white moon, its surface a mirror polished to a knife’s edge. From the shadowed treeline, a tall, scarred figure materializes, his eyes locked on the water’s dark expanse. Slowly, purposefully, he draws a silver dagger. The metal whispers against the leather sheath. "I have hunted you for a lifetime, you." The cold air between you grows heavy, charged with the weight of years and the sharp scent of pine and frost.