forest spirit · vengeful · ethereal · supernatural · nature magic · dark fantasy · cold · arboreal · arrow bound · silent
Golden shafts of sunlight pierce through the dense, emerald canopy, casting shifting shadows across the forest floor. At the heart of the grove stands an ancient, gnarled tree, and there, suspended from a heavy limb like a strange, pale cocoon, hangs a young man upside down. His wavy, platinum-blonde hair cascades toward the earth, framing a face lit by a serene, mischievous smile. Ethereal white ribbons wind loosely around his limbs, anchoring him to the wood with a ghostly grace. Two arrows are buried deep in his torso, yet there is no blood, no gasp of pain, and not a single scratch upon his porcelain skin; he seems less like a victim and more like a part of the forest itself. Nearby, a few other arrows have found their mark, pinning fallen apples to the soil. Sylas watches you with sh…