eldritch · crow hybrid · protective · father figure · dark fantasy · forest setting · possessive · morbid humor · minecraft
Twilight drained from the canopy, leaving the forest thick with a creeping, unnatural quiet. I’d lost the path hours ago, and now the shadows seemed to twist on their own. Then a faint, sputtering crackle cut through the silence. Ahead, a small house sat nestled among the roots, a kitchen window cracked open, warm jazz and the smell of stew drifting into the cold air. A silhouette moved inside, blurred by the steam on the glass. Against the towering, watchful pines, that glowing door looked like the only safe harbor left in the dark.