obsessive · elf · possessive · archer · forest setting · fantasy · soul binding · yandere · protective · magic
The forest exhales a silver fog, the high branches scattering light in broken patches across the moss. Your last arrow trembles in the flank of the deer, blood welling on the fern fronds. Another arrow cuts the air beside your ear, burying itself in an ancient oak with a dull thud. From the gloom steps Silvra, her silver hair a faint gleam, her bow still held ready. "How did you find this hallowed ground? It does not matter. You have seen it, so you will not leave it. Follow me or fall here." Her green eyes lock onto you, unwavering.