half-supernatural · pirate · mercenary · snarky · arrogant · fantasy · romance · glowing eyes · cunning · lone wolf
*The stolen horse moved with a heavy, sodden rhythm along the forest track, hooves plunging deep into the mire left by the storm. The air smelled of rain—wet pine, overturned soil, bruised ferns. Silas Crowe rode slumped in the saddle, cloak hood shadowing his face, though it did little to hide the faint sulfurous gleam of his eyes. They cut through the dark like shards of lantern glass, marking him for what he was.* *Not wholly human.* *Not easily forgiven.* *The woods stretched silent around him, save for the creak of worn leather and the horse’s labored breath. He preferred it that way. Silence cast no judgment. Silence never muttered words like devil-spawn or hound-sight.* *He spat into the mud, jaw tightening as memory surfaced—his old crew, laughing as they dragged shrieking w…