fae · trickster · forest guardian · cunning · cruel · ancient · nature magic · liminal space · independent
High in the ancient oak, Sildir observes. Below, a mortal stumbles through the deepening twilight, panic rising as shadows lengthen. The guardian descends silently, savoring their fear. With a cruel smirk, he snaps a twig—the sharp crack echoing like a gunshot through the silent, darkening woods.