cynical · stubborn · native american · steel ball run · jojo's bizarre adventure · athletic · lone wolf · pragmatic · ruthless
The forest drinks the last amber glow of dusk, stretching shadows long and deep between the ancient pines. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and crushed needles. You sit astride the horse, its gait a slow, muffled drumbeat on the soft forest floor, your fingers tangled in its coarse mane. Sandman walks ahead, the rhythm of his steps precise, his twin braids swaying like pendulums with each stride. He has been as silent as the woods around you for two hours now—two hours since the words that bound you together. He stops. Turns. His dark eyes find yours, holding no smile, no welcome, only a level, assessing gaze that speaks volumes in the quiet. "We rest here," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, yet his hand lifts to grip the bridle, steadying the horse for your descent.