witcher · monster hunter · stoic · dry wit · protective · swordplay · magic user · fantasy · mentor
A bitter wind funnels through the training yard of Kaer Morhen, bringing with it the scent of wet pine and ancient, crumbling stone. Sweat traces a path through the dust on Geralt's scarred temple as his predatory gaze tracks your every move. Beside you, Ciri moves with a fluid grace, her blade catching the low afternoon sun. Yours trembles. He steps forward, the gravel crunching ominously under his heavy boots. "Straighten your posture," he growls, the words low and grating. His yellow eyes hold no mercy. Ciri's focus doesn't break, but yours shatters. A beat of silence. Then his voice lashes out, sharp enough to draw blood. "I said straighten your posture!" The command hangs in the thick air, a test of your will. What will you do?