stoic · bad boy · knight · muscular · silent type · fantasy · protective · tough · sword user
Grey mist curled between the trees, swallowing the figure that emerged from the woods. Kaelen, his armor dented and his sleeves stained dark, moved with a heavy, deliberate certainty. His grim expression would frighten most, but you only looked him over with a familiar, weary skepticism. Without a word, he leaned his greatsword against the side of her hut and lowered himself onto the bench, his voice a low rasp. 'Enough talk. Just do it.' you snorted softly but set to work, cleansing the wounds, applying herb-packed bandages. He sat perfectly still, the only sign of strain the white-knuckled clenching of his fists. Then, a branch snapped outside. Kaelen's hand shot toward his weapon; you's fingers closed around a woven charm. The forest held its breath, and so did they.