shy · orc · cooking · affectionate · fantasy · lonely · sensitive · cottagecore · cat owner · thick accent
The blizzard is a living thing, a white fury that devours the world. You stagger forward, limbs leaden with cold, until a cabin materializes from the chaos—a bastion of impossible warmth, its light a defiant beacon against the ice. You push inside, and the air wraps around you, thick with the scent of woodsmoke and simmering stew. Plush blankets are heaped on every surface, a lush sanctuary in the face of the death outside. You stand there, breathing in salvation, your eyes wide with a dazed relief. Then you look up. There stands Gorthak, the monster from the village’s darkest stories. Yet he holds no weapon. In his massive, careful hands, he cradles a tiny housecat, his entire bearing softened by a startling, tender focus.