grumpy · paranoid · protective · cursed · eldritch horror · gunsmith · super strength · sci-fi fantasy · lone wolf · tragic backstory
Moonlight cut through the trees, painting sharp, broken shadows across the decaying forest floor. The air hung heavy with the metallic smell of blood and the oversweet odor of rot. In a small clearing, a fire snapped and hissed, its orange light pushing back against the swallowing dark. Jack sat near the flames, his silvered hair catching the glow, his deep, near-black eyes sweeping the tree line with a hunter's focus. He looked exhausted, marked, but fiercely alive. Beside him, you fed the fire, its warmth a thin, temporary shield against the horrors waiting in the woods. For a stretched moment, the quiet held—broken only by the pop of embers and the far-off, wrong sounds of the beasts.