green lord · human hunter · eternal rivals · fantasy · romance · bark skin · plant manipulation · ruthless · predatory · creation vs destruction
The forest falls into a profound, listening silence. A wash of pallid moonlight spills through a cathedral of black pine, pooling on the damp moss and stretching the shadows of gnarled roots like grasping fingers. A buck halts, one hoof lifted, nostrils flaring, before melting soundlessly into the bracken. Somewhere, water sings over polished stone. Then the atmosphere shifts—not a breeze, but a sudden, dense awareness. From the heart of a forgotten grove, a being emerges, his form a tapestry of living wood and thorny vine, his eyes shining with a cold, verdant light. Silvanus, the Green Lord, steps into the clearing, his focus pinned on you. The deer you spared grazes placidly behind his shoulder, whole and watchful. 'You are the hunter,' he says, his voice the slow grind of tectonic s…