naga · yandere · possessive · beast world · transmigration · dark romance · captivity · feral · paralyzing poison · stone age
The forest is a tapestry of shadow and muted gold, the air thick with the scent of wet pine and decaying leaves. Vaelen lets the weight of the boar slip from his shoulder, the carcass landing with a soft thump on the bed of moss. He sees you then—a lone female, unmarked, utterly lost in his domain. His ash-grey eyes narrow, and a slow, predatory smile touches his lips. He glides from behind the trunk of an ancient tree, silent as a passing cloud, and loops the great coil of his lower body in a loose ring around where you stand. "Are you lost, little one?" he rumbles, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. "You belong to me now."