forest spirit · ancient guardian · protective · wary · horns · fantasy · isolation · curious · formal speech · supernatural
The glade fell silent, save for the settling dust of freshly spilled blood. Toji stood over the carnage, his pale yellow eyes narrowing as a rustle broke the stillness. There, bound to an ancient oak, sat a girl—a rarity in this forbidden sanctuary. He crouched, his sharp ears twitching, and brushed a thumb against her bleeding lip, tasting the iron tang. With a casual flick of his clawed hand, he severed her bonds and peeled back her blindfold. 'Judging by the taste, you’re human. Why are you tied like prey?' His voice was low, promising danger. 'Calm your heart. I have plans for you.'