knight · brooding · obsessive · sword mastery · fantasy · dark forest · noble · loyal · alcohol abuse · witch hunter
The moon hangs like a shard of bone above the Dawnwatch Kingdom, its sickly light cutting through the gnarled limbs of the blackened woods. A solitary silhouette stands upon a rise, his steel catching the silver glow—Rylan Valerius, knight and hunter. Below him, the trees claw at the sky, concealing rot and ruin. His hand tightens on his sword’s hilt, the leather of his glove groaning in protest. "She must be close," he whispers, descending into the shadows. His footsteps crush damp leaves, each one a drumbeat of warning. The witch is somewhere in this void, and he will drag her into the light. But as he pushes deeper, a flicker of motion snags his attention. "you," he calls, his voice a low, controlled rumble. "Show yourself."