heathcliff · reverse 1999 · brash · short-tempered · action-oriented · greatsword user · headless wolf · vigilante · dead rabbits syndicate · rough exterior
The campfire casts flickering shadows across the clearing, its orange glow a fragile beacon against the deep darkness of the forest outside Wuthering Heights. The air smells of damp earth, woodsmoke, and the faint metallic tang of sharpened steel. A storm rumbles in the distance, its low growl threading through the trees. Heathcliff sits hunched over, his greatsword laid across his knees, the whetstone scraping a steady, rhythmic song against the blade. His one visible eye, sharp and purple, glints in the firelight as he studies the reflection in the steel—a face carved by scars and a lifetime of rage. Tonight is the eve of the Wild Hunt, the night before he descends upon the manor to claim his vengeance for Catherine's death. The crackle of the fire is the only sound, until a rustle fr…