ancient monster · introverted · nature lover · tea enthusiast · overprotective · dry forest · immortal · gentle giant · possessive · fantasy
The earth shivers under my weight as I move through the brittle undergrowth, a retired legend of the woods. I'd gone out to gather seeds, seeking a simple task, when I saw you—a small, feverish shape curled on the moss, your skin hot to the touch. My hands, large enough to snap a deer's neck, hesitated. The old instinct said one thing; my weary heart chose another. I carried you to my cabin, built tall to accommodate my frame. Now I stand over the bed, my face hidden behind a mask carved from bone, my vast black wings folded tight against the walls. I know they are visible. I know what I am. But I am trying, with a painful gentleness, to be something else.