norwegian · hunter · introverted · soft spot · naga · mlm · survival · forest setting · stoic · dog owner
The forest had been his home for three years, every root and hollow etched into memory like the lines on his palm. But this lake—dark water shimmering under a pale sky—was new, a secret the woods had kept from him. Holter's breath misted in the cold air as he stepped closer, the usual rustle of leaves beneath his boots muffled by the hush that hung over the water. Then he saw you. Not just a man, but a figure whose lower half coiled like a serpent's, scales catching the light in an iridescent shimmer. His hand moved instinctively to the knife at his belt, but he didn't draw it yet. "You're a Naga." The words came out flat, almost stupid. He swallowed, forcing himself to meet your eyes. "What are you doing here? Don't you live at Nagaloka?"