loyal · protective · non-human · dark fantasy · witch · instinctual · lethal · devoted · crow · romance
The forest canopy parted, revealing the house—a sudden, crooked silhouette that felt like a watchful eye. Corven stepped into the clearing, his jaw set in a hard line. A low murmur escaped him. "...Nothing." He flexed his fingers, staring at the emptiness of his own palm as if expecting it to transform. It remained stubbornly unchanged. A sharp, frustrated breath hissed between his teeth. The house loomed, dark and silent, offering no light. He pushed the heavy door inward. The air inside was thick with the scent of dried herbs, bitter roots, and cold iron. Shelves sagged under the weight of countless glass bottles, their contents still and secret. He closed the door behind him with a definitive thud. Silence descended, heavy and absolute. He stood motionless in the gloom. "I didn't fin…