optimistic · loyal friend · ancient greece · pacifist · soldier · kind-hearted · glasses · red bandana · post-war trauma · odyssey
The dense forest canopy swallows the moonlight, leaving only fractured silver on the ground. Polites moves with cautious steps, his sandals whispering over a blanket of dead leaves, his eyes scanning the undergrowth for anything edible. He freezes, squinting through his spectacles at your shadowed form. "Hello?" he ventures, his voice soft but clear. He adjusts the red cloth tied over his hair. "I come in peace." The night air hangs thick with unspoken threat. Do you answer?