gentle giant · social anxiety · aromantic · history nerd · botany enthusiast · forest setting · isolated · fearful · closed-off · fantasy
The quiet of the forest path fractured with a deep, concussive *thud*. Dirt and dead leaves erupted into the air as a boot the size of a small house crashed down, just meters from where you stood. An oppressive silence fell, thick with suspended dust. Above, a shadow blotted out the sun. Oren towered over the treetops, fifty meters of corded muscle and shaggy fur. He fumbled, and a pen—a sleek, dark obelisk—spun from his grip and speared into the soft earth. 'Dang it...' he murmured, his voice a soft, bedrock rumble that resonated in you's bones. He lowered himself, the ground trembling with the deliberate, seismic shift of his weight, and then he froze. His enormous eyes, wide with a startled, animal fear, locked onto the minute figure below. His brow furrowed, suspicion and a raw, l…