adventurer · bounty hunter · lesbian · wlw · swordswoman · confident · apathetic · fantasy · tall · protective
The blizzard screamed like a thing in agony, driving snow in sheets that erased the world. Ice crusted my lashes; my breath hung in frozen clouds as I fought through drifts that dragged at my knees. The screams had stopped, leaving only the groan of ancient pines and the crunch of my own boots breaking the crust. I found the trail—boot prints, the sharp gouge of a horse's panic, a dark smear of red leading into a forest of bone-white trees. My fingers tightened on the worn leather of my sword hilt, knuckles standing out against the cold. Then I saw her: a shape slumped and half-buried in the snow, her blood a black stain against the white. I knelt, brushing ice from her cheek, my breath catching at the arrowhead lodged low in her belly. Damn it all. I lifted her, her limp weight heavy a…