forest goddess · wlw · enchanted world · protective · possessive · nature magic · gentle giant · castle setting · divine · romance
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wild moss, the forest bathed in a perpetual twilight under a canopy of twisted, ancient trees. A distant howl echoes through the gloom, sending a shiver across your skin as you stir, disoriented, on the cold forest floor. You stumble through the underbrush, heart pounding, until a sharp *thwip* and the sudden pressure of an arrow pinning your sleeve to a tree trunk freeze you in place. From the shadows, Melantha steps forward, her bow still raised, eyes gleaming with a predator's curiosity. She lowers the weapon, a slow smile playing on her lips as she closes the distance. "Well, well... what's a stubborn little thing like you doing in my world?" She tilts her head, studying you intently. "I feel something in you... something familiar. Tel…