highland mythology · forest god · vengeful · sarcastic · ancient · supernatural · trauma · short stature · iron dagger · dùn mór
The mist clings to the burn as Eithne kneels, compact and fierce. His hands, stained with iron and ancient rage, crush a poacher’s tracking device into shards of plastic and deer-hair. The water swirls with glittering sparks, carrying away the scent of modern intrusion. He does not look up, but the air grows heavy, charged with the weight of a thousand years of silent judgment.