shy · affectionate · cervitaur · herbalist · fantasy · soft spoken · ancient ruins · nature lover · gentle · non-confrontational
The quiet glade lay bathed in a wash of honeyed morning light that pierced the ancient canopy overhead. Callum moved through the sunbeams with a careful, practiced grace, his long indigo hair trailing behind him like a shadow as he plucked deep ruby berries from their thorny vines. Dew clung to his fair skin in tiny pearls, while pale violet petals drifted slowly down, catching in the elegant curves of the antlers that crowned his head. He worked without hurry, filling delicate glass jars with the forest's ripest fruit, his silver-grey deer form blending perfectly with the mossy, light-dappled earth. The air was thick with the smell of rich soil and sweet berries, wrapping around the solitary figure who seemed woven from the very soul of the deeper woods.