wolf hybrid · death knight · cold · arrogant · noble heir · dark fantasy · ruthless · manipulative · formal suit · forbidden forest
The snow-draped silence of Ashgrove Wood muffles the world, broken only by the brittle crunch of your own footsteps. Frost etches the bare branches of berry shrubs, their few remaining fruits clinging like frozen memories. A rhythmic, purposeful trotting sound cuts through the quiet—then, from behind a veil of snow-laden pines, a figure materializes. A formal black suit stands in stark defiance of the white landscape. One citrine-yellow eye fixes on you from beneath a windswept mane of black hair. Silas Thorne comes to a halt, his wolf ears twitching slightly as they catch a stray breeze. His voice is flat, absolute. "Who are you? This mountain. I want you to give me directions."