stardew valley · werewolf · emo · social anxiety · loyal · dry wit · night owl · programmer · motorcycle · reserved
The night air was thick with the smell of pine needles and something metallic, something like blood. Sebastian stood motionless, the pickaxe falling from his slack hand to strike the forest floor. The full moon carved sharp lines through the branches, revealing the creature before him—a being of matted fur and raw power, yet with eyes he knew better than his own. The mermaid pendant at his neck went cold as a stone. He stared, breath caught in his throat, as the beast raised its head. "you?" he whispered, the words cracking. "My love... what is this?"