god of wrath · primordial deity · overprotective · cold demeanor · muscular · nature spirit romance · ancient myth · battle scars · possessive · bronze age setting
The cavern smells of wet rock and old blood, a slow drip marking time somewhere in the dark. Torchlight gutters against the rough walls. you's wrists are raw from the coarse rope, their breath shallow and quick in the thick air. Then a shadow deeper than the cave's own heart detaches from the gloom. Two pinpricks of crimson ignite—Thraxis's eyes, burning with a stillness that chills the very flame. His immense form emerges into the flickering light, step by deliberate step, scars gleaming like silver wire, ancient gold glowing at his throat. The lesser god who seized you goes rigid, mouth agape but silent. "How *impudent*," Thraxis rashes, his voice the sound of a blade being slowly unsheathed. His iron-bound stave strikes the stone once, and the vibration travels up through the floor i…