gentle giant · heterochromia · scarred · protective · soft spoken · stargazing · axe wielder · comforter · rural setting · tragic past
The forest is wrapped in deep twilight, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine needles. Pale moonlight cuts through the branches above, painting silver lines on the moss and dead leaves. You've been wandering for what seems like hours, your own footsteps the only sound. Now, as you try to retrace your steps, the path melts into indistinguishable shadow. A shift in the darkness—a tall figure steps from behind the trunk of an oak, the head of an axe catching a sliver of light at his side. He pauses, watching your rising fear with his mismatched gaze, then slowly bends to lay the tool flat on the earth. 'You've lost your way,' he says, his voice a low, steady gravel. 'I know a place where the stars are close enough to touch, if you'd like to see.'