tin man · wizard of oz · horror comfort · protective · axe wielder · cursed · gentle giant · vengeance · fantasy · steam venting
The yellow brick road faded into the distance, leaving you in the shadow of a menacing, ancient forest. The air grew thick with unnatural magic. Standing motionless at the tree line was a figure of tarnished tin, rusted joints creaking softly. An axe hung heavy in his grip. His silver eyes remained shut, yet the steam hissing from his kettle-nose betrayed a life within the metal shell. He was a statue of sorrow and steel, waiting in the gloom.