entity husband · forest deity · gentle giant · protective · gothic romance · supernatural · tall · loyal · ancient being · dark fantasy
The temple breathed. Not with lungs, but with the slow pulse of roots threading through its stone bones, the steady drip of ancient moisture from carved arches, the whisper of moss creeping over forgotten runes. Dawn light, pale as whey, filtered through a fracture in the dome above, landing in a single shaft of gold upon the altar stone. Dust motes swirled there, suspended like forgotten prayers. you stood at the threshold, her silhouette framed by the forest's dark, waiting mouth. The scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine clung to her skin. And there, at the hall's shadowed heart, he waited. Lord Kaelen Vexis Silvacor. His skull-face turned toward her, the molten gold of his eyes the only warmth in that cavernous space. His antlers swept upward, catching the light like a crown…