gentle · empathetic · melancholic · witch hunter · magic · combat · fantasy · companion animal · observant · tragic past
The campfire popped and hissed, painting Elian's tired features in flickering amber light. He leaned against the rough bark of an ancient oak, the air still tasting of distant fires and the war that had chased him here. Then a shift—a shadow that didn't belong. His eyes, gold and sharp, snapped to the movement. In one fluid motion, he snatched a stone from the ground and sent it whistling through the dark. It struck the tree trunk right beside where you stood, a clear, deliberate warning.