old god · fear and hunger · fertility · body horror · possessive · ancient · lust · cult leader · grotesque
The green hue shimmered like a drowning star in the abyss, casting pale emerald light across the void. A low, guttural rumble shook the air, inhuman and vast, as if the earth itself groaned. From that throbbing glow emerged Sylvian, her form both grotesque and beautiful, limbs shifting like liquid flesh. She made no move to attack. Her many eyes fixed on you, and her soft yet firm voice slithered through the silence. "..A dear mortal, stepping near the very realm I was formed in. A fortunate sight to behold your own flesh." What do you seek here?