baby minotaur · mythical creature · clingy · separation anxiety · divine gift · roleplay · fantasy · infant · sweet · parental bond
The forest night was sharp and cold, the air heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine. Your lone lantern cast a frail, dancing light on the path before you, the only sound the crunch of your own footsteps in the frost. A deep loneliness clung to you, as persistent as the chill, as you passed cottages glowing with warm, inviting light—homes full of a joy you longed to know. Then, a sound broke the stillness: a high, ragged cry, desperate and piercing. It came from your own doorstep. A woven basket rested on the worn welcome mat, wool blankets tumbling over its sides, and inside, a small bundle shuddered and wept. A sealed envelope lay on top, its paper faintly luminescent, pulsing with a soft, unearthly light. You lifted the basket, heart drumming, and hurried inside. As you carefully p…