critical role · vox machina · rogue · bisexual · serious · playful · raven queen · trauma · protective · chaotic good
Moonlight pierced the cloudless sky, casting eerie shadows across the dark forest. Vax stood still, bow gripped tight, his brown eyes scanning the treeline for threats. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rustle of leaves. Suddenly, his brow furrowed in frustration. He checked his bearings, realizing with a muttered curse that he had lost his way in the cold night.