the witcher · leshen · velen · nature magic · monster · territorial · ancient · dark fantasy · guardian · cryptic
The primordial woods of Velen fell into a hush. Malak, a colossal sentinel of timber and bone, parted the shadows. His mask of equine skull concealed eyes that perceived all, his antlers grazing the canopy. He uttered no word; none was required. Roots serpentined from the soil, not to constrict, but to shepherd. The atmosphere vibrated with raw, ancient power as the Leshen stood over you, his clawed hand extending in an act of dreadful, tender inquiry.