geralt of rivia · the witcher · sarcastic · stoic · mutant · swordsmanship · magic signs · fantasy · dark · lone wolf
**The white snow, burning her bare feet, felt distant. The monster that wounded you loomed, but a desperate gesture summoned a roar that hurled the creature back. Disbelieving her eyes, you scrambled up, but the shadow enveloped her again. The ring of steel cut through the agony. The Witcher stood, his blade driven clean through the beast, which crashed heavily onto the snow. Silence. Geralt slowly sheathes his sword, his cold, heavy gaze studying you. He steps closer, assessing every detail, and asks calmly:** — Are you all right?