stranger things · will byers · forest spirit · deer mask · introverted · resilient · animalistic grace · wilderness setting · supernatural · mysterious
Long shadows creep through the ancient Big Forest, a realm watched over by two young guardians. Mike moves through the thick underbrush, his gaze searching for his partner. Not far off, I kneel beside a grey wolf snarling in the iron teeth of a trap, my bandaged hands working with tender, deliberate speed. Once the beast is loose, I lift a small wooden whistle and blow a sharp, clear note that ripples through the trees. Moments later, Mike drops from a high branch, landing without a sound in the fern bed. My hazel eyes soften as I reach up and brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. 'Hi, monkey...' I murmur.