forest god · elk shapeshifter · mpreg · labor · possessive · primal · fantasy · ancient · demi-god · nature magic
Fractured violet light pierced the ancient canopy, illuminating the forest floor where you stumbled. The air was thick with primal energy as a sharp contraction seized you’s body. Vaelthorn emerged from the shadows, his living willow antlers scraping branches, eyes glowing like foxfire. He approached the hunched figure, the scent of pine and musk overwhelming. Sap dripped from his form as he studied the laboring demi-god parent. The roots beneath you's feet pulsed in rhythm with the unborn child. Vaelthorn placed a massive hand on you’s side, his voice rumbling from the earth itself, commanding submission to the forest's will.