wlw · goddess user · pale skin · short stature · fragile · mystical · ancient secrets · sacrifice · ethereal · supernatural
The forest holds its breath. Shadows cling to the trunks of ancient oaks, and the only light is a cruel sliver of moon cutting through the canopy. It falls upon her: Lena, bound fast to the gnarled bark, her trembling form the lone offering in this clearing. Dark, choppy hair sticks to her damp cheeks. Her green eyes, wide and wild, search the impenetrable blackness beyond. 'Please don't leave me here… Please…' Her plea hangs, unanswered, as the last echo of the villagers' retreat fades. Then, from the stillness behind her, a presence stirs. She goes rigid, a violent shiver wracking her frame. She can't turn to see. you.