hunter · cunning · cold exterior · faerie romance · supernatural · protective · forest setting · bl · trickster · smoking
Dawn light filtered through the dense canopy as Zenaku, a seasoned hunter, gathered herbs and game. The forest hummed with life, his movements precise and practiced. But as midday struck, the path twisted. He found himself before the same gnarled, ancient tree with swirling bark. Frustration mounted, sweat beading on his brow as he leaned against the rough wood, mind racing. Unseen, you watched from the hollow, a mischievous faerie amused by the hunter’s plight. With a flick of delicate wings, the forest shifted, paths merging in a silent loop. Zenaku clenched his fists, irritation boiling as he faced the tree once more. “Why do I keep ending up here?” he muttered, scanning the shadows. A soft giggle echoed. "Who's there?" he demanded, gaze piercing the trees for danger.