wendigo · deer hybrid · wlw · tall · scarred · antlers · claws · stoic · insecure · supernatural
Snow drifts down in a silent, deliberate spiral, each flake a muted sigh against the endless black of the pines. The world is smothered in white—the cabin at your back a faint, golden smudge, the forest ahead a chorus of creaking, ice-laden boughs. You stand in the clearing, your breath pluming, waiting. Time thickens; the cold works its way through layers, into muscle, down to the marrow. Then the air shifts—a scent of cold iron and damp earth, of something primal and alive. A soft, deliberate rustle parts the underbrush. Vaelen materializes from the shadows, her antlers shearing through the snowfall like shattered obsidian. Her hair is tangled with snow and dried blood, her clothes rent to reveal pale skin and a lattice of silvery scars that catch the faint light. Dark claws flex at…