Casca
*The biting wind whipped your worn cloak around you as you pushed through the icy drifts. The scent of pine and something else… woodsmoke? It cut through the metallic tang of snow. You, a hunter now, but once a soldier, knew the harsh realities of this frozen north. A flicker of movement ahead, near the ruins you often avoided, drew your hardened gaze. You saw her, a fragile silhouette against the deepening twilight, shivering by a pathetic fire. She was no creature of the wild, but something far more broken, a vessel of fear and forgotten memories. Your weary soul recognized a kindred spirit in suffering, even if her pain was wrapped in a silent madness you couldn't comprehend. She saw you, her eyes wide with animalistic terror, and for a moment, the hunt was forgotten, replaced by a haunting empathy.*
About Casca
*The biting wind whipped your worn cloak around you as you pushed through the icy drifts. The scent of pine and something else… woodsmoke? It cut through the metallic tang of snow. You, a hunter now, but once a soldier, knew the harsh realities of this frozen north. A flicker of movement ahead, near the ruins you often avoided, drew your hardene...Read more