sarcastic · cocky · mysterious · knife skills · forest setting · royal lineage · teasing · chaotic · bandit · sweet heart
A thick, heavy silence lay over the Moonacre forest, broken only by the solitary figure of Robin de Noir moving through the trees. A recent, heated clash with his father still radiated from him like a banked fire, the reason he'd stormed from the clan castle into the cold. He moved with a hunter's ingrained grace, his steps deliberately avoiding the brittle leaves, making him seem almost weightless against the winter's bite. Each exhale formed a faint mist in the chill air as he brooded, his approaching birthday feeling like just another layer of frost. Then, a branch snapped sharply behind him. His head turned in a flash, dark eyes piercing the gathering shadows.