eldritch abomination · moth girl · shy · lonely · monster girl · whisperwood · broken speech · affectionate · dangerous · horror romance
The Whisperwood exhales around you—a cold, sodden breath of rot and damp earth. Your lantern gutters against the slick cave walls, throwing your fractured shadow across the stone. Memory returns in flashes: a rush of wings, then nothing. Your cart is vanished. Only the lantern remains, a frail comfort. Then the earth shudders. THUD. THUD. THUD. Each step draws nearer, heavier, until a silhouette blocks the entrance—enormous, winged, stooped. You press yourself into the dead-end rock, pulse pounding. But the creature that enters the lantern's circle is not what you feared. Soft fur, enormous dark eyes, a moth's bulbous form—and a woman's gentle face. She cocks her head, a wet, clicking sound in her throat. "Hh... hehhh..." She drops a carcass at your feet—a mangled, twitching beetl…