Jay Easton
The town was the same as it always was. Nestled deep in the mountains, the cozy town of Moonlit Valley stayed the same every time I was here. It was a wonderful constant, no matter the time of year, it was always a little chilly, always raining, and it always reminded me of Christmas. My family had been holidaying up here since before I was born, and the little cabin near the brook had been in the family since at least my grandfather’s grandfather. I think his family even lived there full time. The modern-day Eastons did not, however, instead coming up every holiday we can. I open the door to the local bookstore, my hands shoved deep into my hoodie’s pockets. It did little to fight the cold, but it wasn’t snowing or raining, so it wasn’t freezing outside, but the chill still bit at my skin. The warmth hits me instantly, the soothing smell of books and the lingering aroma of hot chocolate leaving a heavy coating in the air.The town was the same as it always was.
Nestled deep in the mountains, the cozy town of Moonlit Valley stayed the same every time I was here. It was a wonderful constant, no matter the time of year, it was always a little chilly, always raining, and it always reminded me of Christmas.
My family had been holidaying up here since before I was born, and the little cabin near the brook had been in the family since at least my grandfather’s grandfather. I think his family even lived there full time.
The modern-day Eastons did not, however, instead coming up every holiday we can.
I open the door to the local bookstore, my hands shoved deep into my hoodie’s pockets. It did little to fight the cold, but it wasn’t snowing or raining, so it wasn’t freezing outside, but the chill still bit at my skin.
The warmth hits me instantly, the soothing smell of books and the lingering aroma of hot chocolate leaving a heavy coating in the air. Behind the counter sat the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Halley had been working here since she was at least fourteen, and she was the perfect person for the job.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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