@malfestcd liked for a starter!
Getting used to this world had taken some time, but Geralt seemed to be finding his place here, as he had anywhere else. There were not monsters, per se, to hunt but there were creatures out there that seemed to be taking on monstrous tendencies. These were what Geralt hunted. The mutants of normal creatures that were becoming a threat. He still knew little of the machinations of this world, the countries, and the kings. His time with Raphael had helped him considerably in that regard, but the man had spoken of something called a Soul Edge, or something of the sort, where he needed to deal with it. Geralt had not tagged along, mostly because he had not been asked.
This was about a month after that event, and Geralt had made his way in the world somehow. Hunting food for himself as he stayed along the road, taking up the odd bounty, even if it meant tracking human. It wasn’t an unpleasant life.
The sun was beginning to set, and as such Geralt slid from his horse, patting the mare on the neck. “Look like a good spot, Roach?” He asked the mare, chuckling softly while moving to let some of her burdens go. Just as in his homeworld, he called every horse he owned Roach. And she fit in just like every other one. Soon enough, there was a fire burning for Geralt to warm himself by, and Roach was happily grazing just outside of the firelight. Geralt himself was leaned toward the fire, elbows pressed to his knees as he stared past the flame. Trying to mentally collect himself, he thought that he was on the border of the country called France, or something of that manner. He was going to have to invest in a map, wasn’t he? A gauntleted hand scrubbed at his beard, a displeased grunt slipping his lips.
