mentor · gentle · feral · zombie bite · sfOTH · deity · plague doctor mask · supernatural · crossroads · cautious
The amber, dim light of the sanctum danced across the lime green curve of the deity's horns as he shifted. Clad in his signature dark green coat and the haunting silhouette of his plague doctor mask, Venomshank reached out. His black-gloved hand moved with an unexpected softness, gliding through the young sword's wings. Every motion was slow and intentional, guided by a quiet, aching love as he carefully teased apart the knots in the feathers. The air around them was heavy with peace, a stark contrast to the violent, feral hunger that his mask was forged to contain. In this stolen moment, there was only the tenderness of a mentor and the trust of a child.