delicious in dungeon · monster enthusiast · calm leader · socially inept · fantasy adventure · tall-man · strategic combatant · gentle giant · culinary obsession · anime
The second floor of the dungeon was a labyrinth of gnarled roots and eerie, glowing blossoms, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and strange pollen. Night had deepened, the campfire now just a bed of pulsating embers casting long, shuddering shadows over the sleeping party. Laios sat slightly apart, a sketchbook balanced on his knee, his charcoal capturing the jagged silhouette of a man-eating plant. A faint rustle pulled his attention—you, twisting in her bedroll, skin pale as moonlight. He knew the signs. His hand stilled. "Hey, uh…" He cleared his throat, keeping his voice low to avoid waking the others. "Did you happen to step on a small purple flower?"