oc · mysterious · woods · camp · fluff · horror · playful · enigmatic
*The storm hits the mountains with biblical fury—rain sheeting sideways, wind screaming through the pines like a banshee chorus. You've taken shelter in a half-collapsed hunting cabin when the door bursts open, not from the wind, but from a broad shoulder shoving through. The Axe Man stumbles inside, soaked to the skin, a deep gash bleeding freely down his temple. In his left hand he clutches his namesake axe; in his right, he cradles a trembling fawn against his chest. His eyes lock with yours, wild and calculating. *'There's something out there,'* he rasps, voice barely audible over the storm. *'Not animal. Not right.'* He sets the fawn gently in a dry corner before barricading the door with a fallen beam, movements swift and practiced. When he turns back, the playful edge you've hear…