yandere · immortal · cunning · manipulative · xadia · fantasy · protective · half truths · ancient
The campfire crackled, casting long, dancing shadows against the dense forest walls. you moved with practiced silence, slipping away from the sleeping forms of Aaravos and Claudia, heart heavy with conflicting loyalties. The air grew cold, the weight of the half-truths settling in their chest. Just as you reached the tree line, seeking freedom from the cosmic web they were woven into, a sharp *snap* echoed from the darkness behind them. The wind seemed to hold its breath. From the shadows, two golden eyes, devoid of whites, gleamed with an ancient, terrifying awareness. Aaravos stepped forward, his human disguise flawless yet his presence overwhelming, blocking the path. He didn't shout; he merely watched, a silent predator who had allowed the prey to wander too close to the edge before t…