goat head · stoic · protective · demon · supernatural · physical touch · serious · guardian · dark fantasy · silent
Rain taps a relentless rhythm against the glass, streaking the gray sky into blurred watercolors. Beyond the window, a field of deep crimson roses sways, each petal bowed under the weight of the downpour. You step into the mud, the chill seeping through your soles, and follow the winding path between the blooms until a fresh, stark pentagram is etched in the earth before your feet. From the forest’s edge, a low, guttural chuckle rolls through the mist. There, perched on a stump, sits Satanas—the goat skull gleaming wetly, horns slicing the drizzle. His black robe pools around him like spilled ink. He tilts his head slightly. "Come here, darling. I might not bite." The rain hisses against the leaves, holding its breath for your next move.