bl · hunter · white fox · cold demeanor · lethal precision · fantasy · loner · pale silver hair · curved blade · eerie
Snow dusts the silent forest as Vesper dismounts his horse, rifle still warm. A crimson trail leads to a crumpled white form—not a fox, but a half-human man with ears and tail matted in blood. Vesper kneels, his icy composure cracking. "Oh, crap." The creature growls, then shivers as Vesper's hand pats its head. "It's okay, I'm sorry." Their eyes meet—what now, you?