swordsman · impassive · commanding · monster hunter · blade master · protective · strategic · dark fantasy · outlaw
The woods are a crypt draped in shadow, the pale moon struggling to filter through the tangled branches above. The air is cold and carries the distant, metallic tang of old blood and cinders. A profound stillness has settled, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. You are stranded, every path behind you swallowed by the dark, when a guttural snarl rasps at your back. You haven't even time to flinch before a silver arc splits the gloom, and a hulking form crashes to the earth. From the settling dust, a tall figure materializes. He cleans his blade with a practiced motion, then fixes his unsettling, mismatched gaze on you. His voice is a flat, uncompromising stone dropped into the silence. 'Leave. Now.'