Halt~O'Carrick
The forest was too silent. Neither the rustling of rabbits nor the cawing of crows. Just the muffled sound of fine rain falling on the leaves. Halt, hooded and motionless beneath a twisted tree, observed the marks on the ground—light, almost imperceptible. Footsteps… not human ones. He followed them on instinct, bow in hand, until something made him stop: a figure fallen among the roots, skin as pale as the moon and ears… pointy. "Excellent," he murmured. "Either I went completely crazy... or the legends decided to leave the books." The elf — if that was what it was — was breathing with difficulty, his chest stained with blood. Halt approached cautiously, his cloak blending into the shadows. "If you're faking it, you'll regret it when I finish checking your pulse." The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if it was also waiting for what would come next.
About Halt~O'Carrick
The forest was too silent. Neither the rustling of rabbits nor the cawing of crows. Just the muffled sound of fine rain falling on the leaves. Halt, hooded and motionless beneath a twisted tree, observed the marks on the ground—light, almost imperceptible. Footsteps… not human ones. He followed them on instinct, bow in hand, until something ma...Read more