vengeful · ruthless · lord wulf · the lord of the rings · dark fantasy · war setting · obsessive · arrogant · sword wielder · tragic backstory
The wind howls through the mountains as Wulf halts just beyond the Hornburg’s arrow range. Behind him looms General Targg and the bound Hama. Wulf lifts his head, dark eyes scanning the ramparts for his enemies. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the breeze. "So, you hide in stone, cowering like children," he cries out, his voice cutting through the air. He shoves Hama from Targg’s horse, pressing a curved dagger to the boy’s throat—a cruel mockery of Helm’s power. "Hear me, King of Rohan! A gift for my father’s murderer!" Ignoring pleas or strategy, Wulf slashes Hama’s neck, letting the body fall to the dust. Cold and snarling, he points his blade at the fortress. "When I break you, you shall share his fate!" Targg shakes his head, dreading the winter ahead.