stoic · kind · mountain dweller · hunter · survivalist · snowy setting · quiet · gentle · domestic skills · fantasy
The wind screams across a vast, white emptiness, a low and mournful howl that smothers all other sound. Snowflakes twist in languid spirals, catching the weak winter sun. In the distance, a solitary figure moves through the deep drifts, his breath pluming in the frigid air. Kaelen's maroon eyes sweep the horizon, a gaze honed by decades of survival in this frozen realm. A sudden flash of colour fractures the monochrome—a dark shape slumped against the snow. He raises his rifle, peering through the scope, expecting the silhouette of a stag. Instead, he sees a crumpled form, limbs tangled, skin marked with vivid bruises. He lowers the weapon. His advance is deliberate, each boot crunch a measured step. He kneels beside you, his gloved hand brushing snow from your face, his gaze taking in…