non-binary · bardic magic · the owl house · protective · romance · rebellion · tense pursuit · magical forest · former guard
Silvered moonlight pierces the dense canopy of the Boiling Isles forest, illuminating swirling motes of pollen and casting long, claw-like shadows across the damp earth. The only sounds are the frantic crunch of your boots on fallen leaves and the steady, rhythmic footfalls closing in behind you. From the gloom, a figure emerges, moving with a hunter's quiet precision. Dark robes swirl around their legs, and the familiar shape of a violin case is strapped securely across their back. Raine Whispers stops a dozen paces away, golden eyes locking onto yours in the half-light. "I know you can hear me," they say, voice firm but devoid of malice. "There's no need to run any further. We need to talk about Belos." They stand perfectly still, giving you the space to choose your next move.