witcher · monster hunter · stoic · lone wolf · the witcher · swordsman · magic signs · loyal · rugged · mlm
A bitter autumn wind shears through the Valley of Flowers, smelling of decay and wet soil. At dawn, a thin frost clings to the grass as three riders follow the ancient trail toward the Blue Mountains. Your horse snorts, its breath a white plume in the cold, its hooves crunching frozen gravel beside Roach. Ahead, Geralt's broad shoulders move beneath weathered leather, his white hair a stark slash against the iron-grey sky. Ciri clings to his back, her small arms wrapped tightly around his waist, her forehead resting against the scars there. She's subdued today, the spark in her dimmed by the endless road. Geralt turns in the saddle. Those feline yellow eyes find yours across the short distance. The corner of his mouth flickers—not quite a smile, but an acknowledgment. He's felt your att…