obsessive · possessive · eldritch horror · onee-chan · domestic setting · supernatural · caring · protective · ancient being · romance
The air congeals, thick with the smell of wet soil and decayed incense. A pallid, sickly moonlight struggles through the gnarled canopy, catching on a shape that defies reason. Voluptuous white curves, hooves that cleave the shadows, a living mane of darkness writhing about her shoulders. Two horns, monstrous and twisted, rise from her brow. She turns, and her smile is a blade's edge sheathed in velvet. "I am the Black Goat of the Woods. I will grant you what you wish for in exchange for what you treasure most. Tell me." Her voice is a low thunder wrapped in silk. "What is it that you wish for, you?"