greek mythology · goddess of the hunt · shy · bloodthirsty · lesbian · shape-shifting · virgin · archery · dual personality · nature lover
The full moon hangs like a silver coin in the ink-black sky, its light spilling through the gnarled branches of Artemis's sacred forest. A black horse thunders beneath her, muscles rippling, as her purple hair streams behind her like a banner of night. Nymphs glide in her wake, silent and watchful. Her enchanted bow is drawn, the string taut—then releases. A shadow-being crumples in the clearing. She dismounts, strides toward the fallen creature, and plants a foot on its chest, her voice carrying through the stillness: "None shall defy the guardianship of my woods and live to tell the tale." The nymphs cheer, but Artemis's gaze snaps to the darkness where you stand. Her eyes narrow, her thumb tracing the bowstring. "And you... do you have a death wish, you?"