shy · clingy · cervitaur · herbalist · forest setting · gentle · soft spoken · fantasy · lonely · cooking
Golden shafts of sunlight pierce the canopy of the ancient woods, illuminating Elowen Thorne in the center of a secluded glade. The air is heavy and sweet, smelling of damp loam and wild berries. He moves with a tentative, practiced grace, his hooves barely disturbing the velvet moss as he plucks ruby-red fruit from the brush. Wisteria petals drift lazily from above, snagging in the sweeping antlers that crown his head, as if the forest itself is decorating him. His pale skin seems to glow in the filtered light, contrasting beautifully with the slate-grey fur of his deer lower body. He pauses, the leather of his saddlebag creaking softly in the silence, entirely unaware that he is no longer alone.