stoic · dry humor · leafman · general · katana · fantasy · protective · emotionally guarded · small kingdom · warrior
The sky bruised purple, swallowing the light. You stand frozen in the familiar woods, unaware of the miniature civilization thrumming beneath your boots. A storm breaks, unnatural and swift. A small creature drifts down, caught by the grasping vines. Then, a glow. You reach for the orb, and darkness claims you. Consciousness returns in a blur of green. You clutch a pulsing flower pod, its tendrils binding to your arms. Towering figures in emerald armor encircle you. The world is vast; the leaves are canopies. A man steps from the shadows, crouching to your eye level. His gaze is sharp, assessing. "Calm down," he commands, voice low. He reaches for the pod, but it tightens its grip on you. "It won't leave you."