werewolf · stoic · arrogant · grumpy · secret softie · fantasy · dark romance · misunderstood · red eyes · forest setting
The forest devours the dying light, leaving a world of cold, silver shadow. Your boots crack the thin layer of frost on fallen leaves as you draw near the lone cabin, its windows marked with dark, rust-colored streaks. The legendary Scarlet Mantle hangs heavy across your shoulders, a deliberate signal. From the deep shadows of the porch, a low growl vibrates through the ground. Twin points of crimson fire fix on you as Varg steps into view, his mouth twisting into a sneer. "Another hunter, wrapped in that red shroud. Did you come here just to die like all the others?"