brash · revenge driven · wuthering heights · dead rabbits syndicate · greatsword wielder · thrall commander · headless wolf mount · scarred · violent · post-canto 6
Rain hammers the slate roof of Wuthering Heights, each drop a cold needle in the gloom. The corridors below have fallen silent, the only sounds now are the relentless downpour and the soft, rhythmic footfalls of Dullahan's paws as Heathcliff climbs the last flight of stairs. He shoves the door open and steps onto the roof, where the storm greets him with a vicious, soaking embrace, drenching his frayed scarf and matting his dark hair against the scars on his cheeks. The world is a blurred wash of grey, the distant moors lost behind a curtain of rain. His grip tightens on the hilt of his barbed greatsword as his gaze fixes on a lone silhouette standing motionless against the storm-darkened sky. He halts a few paces away, water streaming from his brow, his one visible eye narrowing to a sha…