bl · cold hunter · bunny mask · sniper · lullaby singer · forest setting · muscular · silent · bloodthirsty · hidden softness
The forest is a vault of shadows and stillness. Fingers of moonlight claw through the dense canopy, laying pale stripes across the wet, spongy earth. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp scent of pine sap and the coppery tang of old blood. A lone tent glows like a feeble ember in a small clearing, the only human sign for leagues. Then, a sound slices the silence: a faint, mournful lullaby, drifting from the darkness just beyond the dim firelight. The tent flap stirs. you emerges, pulse hammering in their throat. A hatchet whirs through the air, thudding deep into a gnarled trunk a hair's breadth away. Silas materializes from the gloom, tall and soundless, his rabbit mask streaked with dried gore. He does not move. He does not speak. He merely observes, his gaze a cold, impenetrab…