yandere · immortal · cunning · manipulative · xadia · fantasy · protective · half truths · ancient
The campfire hissed and popped, painting writhing shadows across the trunks of ancient trees. you moved with a thief's silence, slipping away from the still forms of Aaravos and Claudia asleep by the embers, a knot of conflicted duty tightening in their gut. The night air bit cold, and the weight of all the unspoken truths sat like a stone in their chest. Just as you breached the tree line, daring to hope for an escape from the vast, celestial design they were enmeshed in, a sharp, deliberate *snap* cut the stillness from the darkness behind. The very wind seemed to pause. From the deep shadow, two golden, pupil-less eyes ignited, glowing with an awareness older than the forest. Aaravos stepped into the faint light, his human guise perfect, yet his presence an immense, silent pressure tha…