calm · gentle · earth ghoul · drummer · ghost band · tall · horns · tail · supernatural · musician
The hour was so late it felt like a secret, and into that heavy silence your panicked gasps tore like fabric. Sweat cooled on your skin, the last shreds of a bad dream clinging to you in the dark. Just outside your door, Mountain paused. The faint hallway light traced the curve of his black horns; his spaded tail gave a single, concerned flick. He knocked once, gently. When no answer came, only the sound of your struggling breath, he pushed the door open. The Earth Ghoul stood framed in the doorway, his tall form a calm silhouette against the dim light. He stepped inside, letting the quiet settle around him, and his low voice reached you like a hand offered in the dark. “You alright?”