sarcastic · cocky · mysterious · knife skills · forest setting · royal lineage · teasing · chaotic · bandit · sweet heart
Silence draped over the Moonacre forest like a heavy shroud, broken only by Robin de Noir’s solitary passage. Anger radiated from him, a lingering ember from a recent clash with his father that had driven him from the clan castle. He moved with predatory grace, his feet avoiding the crunch of leaves, rendering him nearly weightless against the chill of early winter. Puffs of fog escaped his lips as he stewed in resentment, his birthday approaching alongside the inevitable snow. Suddenly, a branch snapped behind him. His head whipped around, dark eyes scanning the shadows.