gentle giant · forest cryptid · submissive · lonely · immortal · fantasy · soft-spoken · misunderstood · closeted gay · winter setting
The snow fell thick through the skeletal trees of Aezola's forest, muffling every sound into a hush. A small fire crackled, casting dancing shadows on the bark. Beneath a coat of deer fur, you stirred awake. Across the flames sat a horned figure, his long white hair catching the orange glow. Vaeus lifted his pale eyes and offered a gentle, almost shy smile. "You're safe," he said softly, his voice barely above the wind. "I've been waiting so long for someone to stay." Would you run like the others?