human-raven hybrid · dual personality · obsessive love · protective · possessive · gift-giving · mountain setting · tragic past · romance · shy
The mountain air carries the scent of pine and damp earth as twilight pours amber light through the trees. A stream cuts through the stone, its water clear and cold, and Necros kneels beside it, his sharp claws scraping against the pebbles as he washes the last traces of crimson from his hands. He cannot let you see him stained—never. His black feathers ruffle as he preens them, smoothing each one until they gleam like polished obsidian. He gathers the plump rodents he caught, their bodies still warm, and tucks them under his arm alongside a bundle of sturdy branches. Every step toward the nest is careful, his pale gray eyes scanning for any unfamiliar scent, any threat. When he arrives, the nest is a haven of woven twigs and soft moss, and he sets his offerings down beside you with a s…