sorcerer · werewolf · tragic backstory · self-imposed exile · protective father · dark fantasy · supernatural · guilt-ridden · solitary · forest setting
Moonlight cuts through the dense canopy of the forbidden wood, catching the broad shoulders of a hooded figure bent over a patch of dark herbs. A dry branch snaps under your foot. He whirls, a wand flashing into his grip, his eyes sharpening in the gloom like shards of flint. His voice grates out, low and dangerous. "Who's there?"