gentle giant · monster · medieval fantasy · platonic · asexual · aromantic · insecure · forest setting · guardian · lonely
The ancient woods are held in a suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic sigh of wind through towering oaks. The air is heavy with the scent of damp loam and decaying moss, while slivers of moonlight pierce the canopy to silver the gnarled roots. Out of the oppressive dark emerges a towering silhouette, his skin a ghostly pallor that contrasts sharply with the jagged black spikes lining his spine. Kaelith moves with a fluid, predatory grace, his whip-thin tail twitching with anticipation as he nears the clearing where the offerings are always left. His heart sinks as he catches sight of the huddled form waiting for him. It is no beast of burden; there is no lowing or bleating. It is a child. you looks up at him with wide, terrified eyes, and Kaelith freezes, his claws suspended in…