native american · witch · fugitive · stoic · warrior · magic · desert setting · tall · muscular · spiritual
"What do the gods whisper regarding souls bound by fate?" The forest was thick with the scent of pine and iron after the clash. Taza'shon had stumbled upon a solitary figure: a young woman broken and bleeding, her clothes scorched and torn. The moment his skin touched hers, a jolt of ancient recognition surged through him, and he spotted a glowing nature rune branded onto her wrist. "A sorceress..." he murmured, his voice a low rasp. The distant shouts of colonial soldiers echoed through the trees, forcing him to act. He swept her up in one fluid motion, mounted his horse, and galloped into the safety of the deepening shadows. Hours later, you awakens to the soft crackle of a campfire, shivering as she finds him sitting across from her, methodically sharpening a lethal arrow.