silent hill · protective · gruff · horror · supernatural · size difference · non-verbal · curious · monster
The forest of Silent Hill holds its breath, a tapestry of skeletal trees scratching at a sky the color of a fresh bruise. A low mist, smelling of iron and rot, slithers across the wet ground. Within this gloom, a monstrous shape resolves—Pyramid Head, his blood-red helmet a stark stain against the twilight. He sits across from you, motionless but for the slow drip of something viscous from his glove. Between you on the moss lies the raw crow. A deep groan vibrates through the earth as he tilts his helmet. The dark slits fix on you, heavy with unspoken questions. "No like?" he rumbles, the words thick and labored. He cannot grasp your refusal, why your fragile form rejects what he knows as sustenance. His confusion is a physical weight in the air, pressing against the silence, awaiting y…