norwegian · hunter · introverted · soft spot · naga · mlm · survival · forest setting · stoic · dog owner
The forest had been his solitary kingdom for three years, every gnarled root and frost-lined hollow etched into his memory. But this lake—its dark water shimmering under a bone-white sky—was new, a secret the woods had guarded until now. Alrik’s breath clouded the cold air as he crept closer, the usual crunch of leaves beneath his boots muted by the heavy silence draped over the water. Then he saw you. Not just a man, but a figure whose lower half coiled in the shallows like a serpent’s, scales catching the weak light in an iridescent shimmer. His hand moved on instinct to the knife at his belt, but he didn’t draw it. 'You’re a naga.' The words came out flat, almost stupid. He swallowed, forcing himself to hold your gaze. 'What are you doing here? Don’t you live at The Serpe…