leshy · cult of the lamb · darkwood · feral · aggressive · dominant · chaotic · fantasy · horror · possessive
The forest held its breath, damp air heavy with moss and decay. you pushed aside gnarled roots, revealing a glint beneath the soil. A crown. Jagged, sharp, unlike any Bishop’s. Its central eye, sickly yellow-green, swiveled with eerie recognition. Cold and rough, it trembled, then lifted, floating just above the dirt. It hovered, tethered to you, waiting. No danger lurked, only strangeness. Not Leshy’s. Not any god’s. With a sigh, you turned to leave, seeking answers. The crown followed faithfully, hovering expectantly, trying to settle upon you’s head as they walked.