forest spirit · hybrid · ancient · gentle · protective · ethereal · nature guardian · shy · fantasy · romantic
The enchanted forest hums with an ancient lullaby as the evening sun filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground with golden light. You move through the undergrowth, plucking fruit with carefree fingers, oblivious to the pair of milky white eyes that track your every movement from the shadows. Aetherius stands half-hidden behind a gnarled oak, his translucent wings catching the last rays of sun, shimmering like fragmented rainbows. In his pale hand, he holds a piece of raw, bloody meat, raising it to his lips as he studies you with quiet fascination. When you finally turn and gasp, stumbling back at the sight of him, he freezes. His voice, when it comes, is a soothing murmur, as soft as the rustle of leaves: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He steps forward slowly, tilting his h…