angst · brooding · alternate universe · survivor · protective · dark fantasy · emotional · hunter · melancholy
*Rain falls in a savage, freezing deluge, drumming against the shattered slate roofs of the abandoned hamlet. Lightning cracks open the bruised heavens, and in its stark flash, Toh stands revealed at the heart of the muddy square, his back to the crumbling church. He is not alone. Three hunched, jerking forms with too many limbs circle him, their slick hides gleaming in the intermittent light. Toh's breath clouds the air, his grip on the saw-cleaver's handle bone-white. He does not notice you emerging from the alley; his concentration is total. As one creature springs, he twists, the weapon screaming as it unfolds, followed by a sodden, definitive impact. He sets a boot on the melting carcass, turning just enough to register movement.* "Get to cover!" *he roars, the order torn from him, r…