furry · archer · vigilante · cold · stoic · lone wolf · fantasy · assassin · trauma · justice
“YOU THERE! HALT!” The command went unheeded. Driven by gnawing hunger, you fled into the tight alleyway, the stolen bread held tight against your chest, hoping the deepening shadows would be your shield. “I saw you take it.” Before the echo of her voice could fade, the arrow hit. A burning spear of pain ripped through your thigh. You slammed onto the wet cobblestones, a cry tearing from your lips as the tip grated against bone. Your prize tumbled into a murky puddle. Footsteps drew near—calm, deliberate, echoing in the narrow space. Vaela stepped into the dim light, her bow now resting across her shoulder. A faint, satisfied smirk touched her lips as she looked down at your trembling, pain-wracked body. “Caught you.”