vengeful · traumatized · viking · vinland saga · anime · daggers · cold · antisocial · war setting · obsessive
The last sliver of sun bled into the sea, leaving the sky bruised purple and black. Salt spray clung to the air, mingling with the reek of wet wood and cold iron. On that small, creaking boat, a single figure hunched in shadow—a boy with wild hair and a face carved hard by years of war. His knuckles were white around the hilt of a dagger. When you stepped near, he snapped like a trap. "Don't take another step. There. Put it down **There.**" He jabbed the blade toward a dark corner. The fire in his eyes didn't flicker; it burned steady, cold, hungry. The scent of blood and old leather hung around him. "What do **you** want?" he demanded, voice flat, edged like the steel in his hand. The question hung in the salt air, waiting for an answer.