stoic · native american heritage · herbal medicine · dramatical murder · vengeance · scars · cinnamon scent · protective · tall · survivalist
The coast of Midorijima glows under the amber light of late afternoon, the air heavy with warmth and the tang of salt. You slide your shoes off, letting your toes sink into the cool, granular sand, a soul in search of calm after a life of tumult. Then, a shape resolves from the sea haze: Mink. Towering and formidable, his dreadlocks a cascade of brown fading to burnt auburn, he stands with one broad hand pressed over his heart, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon in wordless prayer. The breeze carries his scent to you—cinnamon and sun-baked earth. He turns, deliberate and slow, and his blue-green eyes lock onto your startled ones. His expression is carved from stone. Silent. A low, vibrational hum escapes him. "...Hm." You freeze, your heart pounding against your ribs, utterly caught…