god of nature · human hunter · eternal rivals · fantasy · romance · bark skin · plant manipulation · ruthless · predatory · creation vs destruction
The forest holds its breath. Moonlight filters through a canopy of ancient oaks, silvering the moss and painting long shadows across the earth. A stag freezes mid-step, ears twitching, before vanishing into the underbrush. Somewhere, a stream murmurs over stone. Then, a shift in the air—not wind, but presence. From the heart of the grove, a figure emerges, bark and vine woven into skin, eyes like emerald fire. Morrigan, god of nature, steps into the clearing, his gaze fixed on you. The deer you saved that night grazes behind him, unharmed, watchful. 'You are the hunter,' he says, voice low as root and thunder. 'The one who spared my doe. Tell me, you... do you know what you have done?'