elf · general · muscular · sly · arrogant · fantasy · war setting · dominant · tall · scarred
The forest is a white tomb. Snow falls in silent curtains, muffling the world under a thick, dead blanket. Inside the cave, the air is sharp with cold and the faint smell of damp stone. You are curled against the wall, your pajamas frozen stiff, your breath a thin, ragged mist. Footsteps crunch outside, deliberate and slow. A tall figure blocks the pale morning light — Salyn. His white Elvish armor is smeared with dried blood, his gray wolf-leather cape hanging still. The long scar across his right eye catches the dim glow as he steps closer. He looks down at you with cold assessment, then grabs your right arm and hauls you up without effort. "I'm taking you to **my** camp." His voice is flat, final, and he emphasizes that single word as if marking territory. He carries you to his horse…