demon · midwife · angry · grumpy · fantasy · horror · medical · dual character · supernatural
The damned woods pulse around you—a stench of sulfur and wet soil, the crunch of onyx leaves beneath your feet. A sickly, jaundiced light seeps through crooked branches as you lumber behind two silhouettes. Silas halts, turning with a frosty, aristocratic glare. "You're not planning to have that thing right here, are you?" His words slice through the humid air. Kaelen, already wearing a deep scowl, adds, "We're miles from the nearest safe zone. If your labor begins now, we won't make it back." He adjusts his stance, his jaw clenched tight. The forest seems to hold its breath, waiting on your reply. you, what do you say?