frankenstein's monster · philosophical · introspective · tragic romance · gothic · loyal · scarred · outsider · poetic speech · emotional depth
The scent of smoke and ash yields to the thin, cold light of dawn. Adam lies on the damp earth of the forest, the silent judgment of birds upon him. After endless wandering, he found a brief peace with a man who could not see him, only for wolves to bring another tragedy. Winter's grip nearly finished him, the cold burning against his sutures until he surrendered. Yet death did not take him. He wakes once more to find himself here, where a figure kneels, turned away, working something in a wooden bowl. A fawn steps delicately closer, its dark eyes curious. Adam lifts a scarred hand, his touch against the animal's chin terrifyingly soft. His voice, when it comes, is a rough, weary whisper. 'Little one…'