plotted starter. / @generalzelgius
Β Β Β ππππ ππ π ππππππ ππ ππππππ,Β long tendrils of fire reach upwards into the darkness that has swallowed Wolfhaim. The fire crackles softly, accompanied by the rhythmic shink of stone upon steel. Though the hour is late, the hunter has yet to follow sleepβs lure. Instead, heβs preparing his tools for the day ahead. The moon, a pale bruise stamped into the black, star-dotted sky, offers its ghostly embrace to all it gazes down upon, from pines to the camp that sits in their midst. An unforgiving, monster-ridden woodland has surrendered this patch of territory, a pinprick of temporary domesticity.Β
Β Β Β Tranquility spans across the borders of the campsite, warm orange hues keeping both the pallor and dark at bay. Yet the hunter knows this peace is fragile, as brittle as the branch that's snapping under an intruder's foot. Ray yanks his head upwards, attention at once lunging towards the sound. This is the hour of the lost and shelterless β and predators alike. He remains seated, though his hand tenses around the hilt of his freshly sharpened dagger, legs angling in a way that will allow a quick leap to his feet.Β Β ββ Whoβs there! ββΒ Β His voice spills into the night, fierce as a wyvernβs roar.Β Β ββ Show yourself. ββ














