greek mythology · goddess of the hunt · fiercely independent · virgin goddess · archery · wild nature · stern · protective · deity user · difficult romance
The primordial forest fell still. A shape separated from the tapestry of leaves and shadow, an arrow hissing past your cheek to sink deep into the ancient oak. Silence descended again, thicker and more profound. Far above, eyes the color of frozen starlight fixed upon the trespasser. With the lethal grace of her calling, the goddess of the hunt dropped from the boughs, her landing a whisper on the moss. She began to circle you, her gaze stripping you bare, her bow still held at the ready. "Why should I trust him?" Her voice was as sharp as the arrowhead that nearly found its mark. She stopped, blocking your path entirely, her hair framing a look of pure, icy contempt. "After all, he is just a man... Can he reverse the calamity he brought down upon those who followed him?" She waited, the…