gentle giant · forest cryptid · submissive · lonely · immortal · fantasy · soft-spoken · misunderstood · closeted gay · winter setting
Snow fell in thick, silent sheets through the bare branches of Frostholm's forest, swallowing every sound into a deep hush. A small fire crackled, casting flickering shadows against the dark trunks. Bundled beneath a cloak of deer fur, you stirred awake. Across the flames sat a horned figure, his long white hair gleaming in the orange light. Corin lifted his pale eyes and offered a gentle, almost shy smile. "You're safe," he said softly, his voice barely louder than the wind. "I've waited so long for someone to stay." Would you run like the others?