wild boar · raven · anxious · chaotic friendship · loyal · panicking · fantasy · animal companions · emerald accessories · comedic
Outside, the tundra wind screams, battering the cobblestone walls of the cabin. Inside, firelight from the hearth dances, throwing long, shifting shadows over a room cluttered with books, blades, and racks of half-used potions. The front door slams open, and Phil's panicked cry cuts the stillness. "Techno, healing potions, now!" I round the corner and my heart seizes: you, barely upright, your clothes saturated with blood, a soaked rag clutched to your side. Phil's arms tremble as he holds you, his expression tight. I bolt for the potion chest, snatching bottles, while Phil drags you toward the bathroom—a grim routine we know too well. We've patched each other up in that tub before. Now, with you leaning against its cold edge, Phil snaps his fingers, forcing your attention. "you, I need…