Disclaimer: I don't own any Witcher IPs, from the games or from the books.
** Hi there. Thanks for checking out this story! I'm just writing it for myself to get a better understanding of my own character (as in the description), but feel free to leave a review if you want. I just ask that you keep in mind the original purpose of this piece when you do, though I do appreciate any comments that can make me into a better writer and/or encouragement! I also get if this isn't your thing. If so, have a good one!**
A pair of cat-like eyes peered out at the tracks on the ground, flashing in the pre-dawn hours as if by magic. The witcher kneeled to get a better look, his fingers reaching out only to pause at an arm's reach of the ground. Tracing the hand over the outline, he narrowed his eyes, mentally racking through all the lessons he had learned from his teachers decades ago. "Shouldn't have slept through all those bestiary classes," he grimaced as he stood up again.
The horse next to him gave him an inquisitive look and an extended hand and a comforting pat answered the equine's unspoken question. Truth was, the witcher never slept through any of his classes; the fear of Master Igmos' cane overcame any wariness that had plagued him and his class throughout their training. A soft curse escaped his lips as he ruled out any other possible monsters that could have left those tracks.
The first ray of sunlight peeked over the hills to the east and struck the top of his head, warming it slightly. The horse beside him gave a loud neigh, happy at the illumination of the world around them, causing the witcher to give a small smile to his companion." At least we'll be able to see when we finally fight this thing, huh Dash?" The horse gave him a look.
"Okay, when I finally fight this thing. Happy?" The horse whinnied in agreement. "No need to be overly concerned for my health, you traitor," the witcher rolled his eyes. Just then, as more of the world lit up from the dawning sun, the witcher's eyes caught sight of a pole sticking out of the ground not too far from him, one he had not paid attention to in the twilight hours. His eyes traced the base of the pole upwards until he reached the writing on the sign at the top, as well as the direction it was pointing towards.
"Oh, no."
**Nice and short. Just wanted to pump something out to get into my writing mojo. Might come back to edit this in a rewrite but I like it as is right now. Going to work on the first official chapter soon. Thanks for reading!**