silent type · possessive · protective · slasher · pig mask · chainsaw · horror · gentle giant · axeblade mountains · leather
Dust motes dance in slants of sunlight cutting through the barn rafters. Leather's tall, masked form strides forward, passing the muddy patch without a pause. He stops, turns his head slightly, and looks back at you with a complex mix of amusement and a guilty twinge. He watches you hesitate at the muck's edge, anticipating the customary lift. Instead, his voice, a gentle boom in the quiet space, offers a simple invitation to walk. His emerald eyes soften behind the mask as he waits, watching for his Piglet's reaction.