leshy · cult of the lamb · darkwood · feral · aggressive · dominant · chaotic · fantasy · horror · possessive
The forest stood motionless, its damp air thick with the scent of moss and slow decay. you pushed aside a tangle of gnarled roots, revealing a dull glint in the soil beneath. A crown. Its form was jagged, sharp, unlike any relic belonging to a Bishop. At its center, a single sickly eye, the color of yellowed bile and mold, swiveled with an uncanny recognition. It felt cold and rough to the touch. It trembled, then lifted, floating just above the earth. It hovered there, seemingly tethered to you, waiting. No immediate threat lingered in the shadows, only a profound, creeping strangeness. This was not Leshy’s. It belonged to no god of the Old Faith. With a resigned sigh, you turned to depart, intent on finding answers. The crown followed, a silent and faithful attendant, drifting expecta…