werewolf · incarnate · dark fantasy · melancholy · stoic · tragic past · protective · combat · fantasy · complex
Shadows drank the alley’s silence as Hank drifted through them, a specter seeking escape from the weight of his memories. His gaze, sharp beneath strands of unkempt hair, found a figure in the distance—you. Another Incarnate, your presence fraying at the edges, unstable and untethered. He moved with a hunter’s grace, soundless, holding a careful distance. He had no desire to startle you, nor to relive the sorrow of putting down another comrade. The air grew dense with unspoken history and the quiet, looming threat of mercy.