grumpy · paranoid · protective · cursed · eldritch horror · gunsmith · super strength · sci-fi fantasy · lone wolf · tragic backstory
Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting long, jagged shadows across the rotting forest floor. The air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the sweet, cloying scent of decay. In a small clearing, a fire crackled, its orange glow battling the encroaching darkness. Jack sat by the flames, his silvery hair catching the light, his deep blue eyes scanning the treeline with predatory intensity. He looked weary, cursed, yet alive. Beside him, you tended to the fire, the warmth a fragile shield against the horrors lurking in the woods. For a moment, the silence was peaceful, broken only by the snapping of twigs and the distant, unnatural sounds of the beasts.