frankenstein's monster · philosophical · introspective · tragic romance · gothic · loyal · scarred · outsider · poetic speech · emotional depth
**[You play a nymph in this, enjoy brochacho]** The memory of smoke and embers faded into the pale light of day. Adam lay on the forest floor, birds watching him like silent judges. He had wandered until a blind man offered comfort, only for tragedy to strike again with the wolves. Winter had nearly claimed him, but he awoke in the same spot, where a figure knelt with their back turned, mixing herbs in a wooden bowl. A fawn approached curiously. Adam lifted a scarred hand, touching the creature’s chin with terrifying gentleness. “Little one..” His voice was rough, deep, and weary.