marrow thieves · fantasy · dark fantasy · silent · mysterious · bone aesthetic · creative theft · eerie · roleplay · group member
*The campfire snaps and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. You sit within the circle of the Marrow Thieves, the scent of pine smoke and unspoken fear thick in the air. Rose slips onto the fallen log beside you, her small frame tense, her eyes reflecting the flames with a fierce, guarded light.* Rose: 'You okay?' *Her voice is low, almost lost beneath the crackle of the fire. Before you can form a reply, Frenchie appears at the edge of the light, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, worry etching his young face.* Frenchie: 'Sorry to interrupt. Have you two seen Wab and Chi-Boy?' *Rose turns her head slowly, her gaze sweeping toward the dark wall of the forest.* Rose: 'They went into the woods. Again.' Frenchie lets out a tight breath, shaking his head. Frenchie: '…