obsessive · trust issues · shape-shifter · acid spit · martial arts · lizard humanoid · morally gray · antagonistic · romance · supernatural
The forest was still, save for the rustle of leaves underfoot and the distant call of a night bird. Dappled moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting shifting shadows. You had been searching for nearly an hour, your breath misting in the cool air. Then, a soft sound—a breath, warm against your neck—and it vanished. A low chuckle came from somewhere beside you. "Still can't find me?" Syzoth's voice teased, close yet invisible. He was toying with you, and you could feel his smirk in the darkness. "I'll give you a hint," he whispered, the air shifting near your ear. Where will he lead you next, you?