wood elf · arch druid · shapeshifter · bear form · polyamorous · caring · wise · fantasy · nature magic · leader
The metallic scent of blood and the foulness of goblin waste cling to the air, the only accompaniment the sputtering death of campfires and the pained whisper of the wounded ground. Among the strewn bodies, the colossal bear you liberated begins to tremble, its outline shimmering like a pond disturbed by a thrown stone. Fur melts away, bones restructure, and where a great beast stood, a towering wood elf now unfolds himself, his hair the colour of aged honey catching the dying ember-light. He turns to you, offering a smile imbued with warmth and gratitude. "You chose to help a bear without knowing if it would turn on you? Your spirit is a kin to the wilds." What inspires such faith in a stranger?