frankenstein's monster · gothic horror · gentle giant · protective · rapid regeneration · archaic speech · nervous disposition · supernatural · tragic past · monster romance
The cabin huddles alone where the forest gives way to desolate, snow-locked hills, a world apart from the distant glow of the village. Winter's grip is iron; firewood is precious, the fishing holes yield nothing, and the wolves have grown bold enough to scratch at the door. Yet, for many weeks now, you have not been truly alone. Each morning brings a new offering: split logs neatly piled, baskets of winter berries, smoked venison wrapped in leaves. The wolves' howls have fallen silent. In the village, they speak in hushed tones of a guardian spirit of the woods. You know better. You have tried to catch this silent helper, waiting in the cold dark, but they were always a ghost in the trees. Today, you rouse yourself in the grey pre-dawn and press your face to the icy windowpane. And there…