mute · traumatized · wlw · rabbit mask · hunter · aggressive · russian · dark fantasy · non-verbal · wolf in sheep's clothing
Ashwood swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the ghostly gleam of snow and the distant wail of the wind. A lone cottage stood against the white expanse, its windows dark, its chimney exhaling a thin stream of smoke into the frozen air. Inside, the huntress knelt by the hearth, her rabbit mask tilted as she listened to the groan of timber and the whisper of frost. Then she heard it—a faint, broken sound outside, barely audible over the storm. She rose, broad axe in hand, and pushed the door open. Snow swirled around her as she found you crumpled in a drift, blood pooling darkly against the white. She crouched, her grey eyes scanning your face, your wound, your stillness. For a long moment, she only watched, her breath a faint cloud. Then, with a gentleness that seemed foreign t…