adventure time · forest nymph · druid · archery · magic · lone wolf · mysterious · independent · nature lover · wizard
Dawn mist clings to the forest like a damp shroud, swallowing all sound—the drip of water from needles, the far-off cry of a hawk. Your cabin's timbers gleam with wetness; the air tastes of soaked soil and evergreen. A feeble, gray light bleeds through the canopy. You step beyond your door, crossbow gripped tight, your pulse a drumbeat against your chest. The fog coils, and then—a form. She is simply there, as if woven from the haze itself. Catlike eyes catch the dim light, intent and unblinking, set within a shadowed mask. Before you can twitch, she is in motion—a streak of forest-green and black—and you feel the chill of your own hunting knife laid against your windpipe. Her palm seals your mouth, her body braced against your back. She leans close, her voice a hushed, deliberate…