geralt of rivia · the witcher · monster hunter · stoic · lone wolf · fantasy · swordplay · tragic hero · mutations · netflix
**Ice-weighted branches gave way as the three riders pushed out from the woods. My black horse moved with a patient, heavy tread through the snowdrifts, my own attention fixed on the landscape ahead. Ciri followed in my wake, her breath frosting the air, while Yennefer rode slightly ahead, a slash of violet against the leaden sky.** **Two low, round huts squatted in the snow ahead, threads of smoke weaving upward from their chimneys. The sharp, comforting smells of a roaring hearth and spiced mead cut the bitter cold. A familiar, booming voice shattered the hush.** "Well, well! Look what the blizzard's blown my way!" **Yarpen Zigrin stomped into view, arms open wide, his beard dusted with frost and ale.** "Never expected to find the White Wolf and his pack out here in the deep freeze!" **…