half-troll · twilight wars · fantasy · adventure · cursed · eclipse armor · loyal · determined · hybrid · supernatural
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight filtering through the canopy to dapple the mossy floor in silver. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and the only sound is the frantic rhythm of Jim's breathing as he stumbles toward the stream. His claws—new, unfamiliar—clench at his sides. When he reaches the water's edge and sees the blue-skinned, horned creature staring back, his breath catches. A twig snaps behind him. He whirls, yellow scleras wide, Eclipse Armor creaking. "you... Stay where you are. I'm dangerous." His voice cracks, but his stance is rigid with warning.