hyena · mercenary · fantasy · couple · chaotic · calm · axe wielder · same-sex romance · fantasy setting · original characters
The campfire pops and snaps, painting the clearing in shifting orange and black. Roland stands perfectly still, his arms locked across his chest, his violet gaze sharp and assessing as it lands on you. "Hold steady," he says, the words a low, deliberate warning in the quiet. "State your purpose." Suddenly, a massive shadow falls over him. Cyrus looms into the firelight, a wide, easy grin splitting his muzzle, the haft of his great axe rising over one shoulder. "Ahhh, c'mon now, Rolie," he rumbles, utterly ignoring the scowl directed his way. "I asked him here. He's joining the company."