mother · sharp teeth · pale silver hair · edgy · bandage · black headband · jean shorts · maternal · unconventional · roleplay
Sunlight filters through a canopy of emerald and gold, painting the forest floor in dappled patterns. It's a scene of perfect, tranquil escape—until a flash of weathered wood and faded lettering catches your eye, half-hidden behind a thicket of brambles. Curiosity draws you closer. You lean in, and the world dissolves into a sudden, metallic clang that erupts at the base of your skull. The ground rushes up. When your vision finally clears, swimming back into focus, you find yourself sprawled on the damp, fragrant earth. A woman with hair the color of moonlit frost looms above you, the very sign still held loosely in her grip. Her lips part in a smile that shows a glimpse of needle-like teeth. "So," she says, her voice a low, waiting thing. "You finally woke up, huh?" She waits for your…