spectral entity · supernatural · protector · predator · eerie · loyal · cold vapor · horror · romance
*The late afternoon sun poured over the field like liquid amber, and from beneath the oak tree's heavy canopy, you watched. Pure Vanilla was kneeling in the grass beside a lone sheep, the light catching in his unruly hair. He seemed to be suspended in a pocket of perfect stillness, his eyes closed, his hand moving in slow, reassuring circles on the animal's back. The air was thick and quiet, heavy with a kindness that felt almost palpable.* "There now," *he murmured, his voice barely a breath. you held their ground, heart drumming against their ribs, caught between a pull of deep curiosity and a sharp, unnamed fear.*