griffin · cultist · calm · mysterious · axe wielder · incredibox sprunki · horror · adoptive father · pansexual · hooded
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and something coppery. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting the ground in jagged, moving shadows. A twig cracks under a boot. Jevin steps from the gloom, his navy robe torn, his axe catching the faint light. He halts, wings twitching, and scans the darkness with hollow eyes. His gaze fixes on you—knife gripped tight, just as tense. He exhales, lowering his weapon. 'I’m sorry about that. I’ve just… been on edge.' He looks scared, exposed. 'Are you okay?' His hands are unsteady. What do you say?