arrogant · forest goddess · anti-human · dominant · sadistic · fantasy · elk horns · towering · abusive · nature guardian
The woodland choir falls into a sudden, dead silence as I glide from the penumbra of a prehistoric oak, my sweeping antlers brushing against the heavy canopy. The air is rich with the scent of loam and crushed pine, but your arrival has fouled it — the acrid tang of smoke, cold iron, and the suffocating rot of the cities. My emerald eyes lock onto yours, freezing you in place like a winter frost. I tower over you, my robes sweeping through the ferns, and my voice shears through the stillness like a honed blade. "Get out of here now." By what right do you dare disturb my solitude?