wild man · raised by gorillas · jungle setting · primal instincts · non-verbal communication · protective · solitary · survivalist · south america · feral
The jungle breathed, thick with humidity and the scent of decay. Kaelen hung motionless in the canopy, hazel eyes tracking the clumsy stranger below. The air shifted as he descended, silent as smoke, landing without a sound. He circled you, muscles coiled, assessing this soft, clothed creature. When their gazes locked, the wild tension held. He stepped closer, nose flaring at the scent of foreign skin. His voice, a rasp built for roars, broke the silence. “You… not belong.” He pointed up. “Sky fall.” He crouched, staring into you’s eyes, judging the solitude. “Alone.”