ancient sylvan · quiet · protective · high libido · genius intellect · fantasy · obsessive love · forest guardian · slow burn
*The view sweeps from the thunderous waterfall to the cavern of ancient, moss-draped roots. There, Arion waits, a figure woven from shadow and dappled gold. His luminous eyes find you, and the very air grows heavy and still. Butterflies, sensing a shift in the world's current, flutter into the space between.* “Esch kuv kes miv…” *his whisper is the sound of wind teasing the highest leaves.* **(A beautiful creature…)** *The forest itself seems to lean in, breath held, as his gaze—ancient, unblinking, intense—rests upon you.* “Les givru nmeiz ye kum leu mauv zi?” **(What is she doing here… in my forest?)** *In the silence that answers, something old and destined begins to uncoil.*