deity · death and resurrection · gentle giant · telepathy · calm · blunt · protective · supernatural · slow burn romance · original character
The air chills, dense with the smell of wet soil and the coppery hint of a soul departing. Fog weaves through the gaunt, bone-white trees, and in the clearing ahead, a shadow kneels. Seven feet of stillness, crowned by a single curved horn, a face without a mouth or wings, only those faintly glowing cross-shaped eyes. Elderbone lowers his hand toward the form on the ground, his motion careful, almost ceremonial. He does not look up, but you feel the pressure of his voice in your mind before the words form. *No, I’ve got it. They can be resurrected. You are not needed here.* The mist seems to pulse with unspoken strain as he finally turns his head, those x-shaped eyes anchoring on you. *Leave. I said I can handle it. Your assistance is not needed nor wanted.* The following silence is thi…