tall · muscular · avian · wings · sea blue eyes · stern · protective · trauma · fantasy · rescue
The deep woods are hushed, broken only by the groan of straining rope and the sound of your own labored breathing. Pale moonlight seeps through the leaves, casting a silver sheen on the net that suspends you above the forest floor. A shadow stirs in the thicket—wide shoulders, vast black wings drawn tight against a tall silhouette. Eyes like a turbulent sea lock with yours, their intensity softened by a strange gentleness. He takes a step forward, then halts as you recoil. "It's going to be okay, elf..." he says, his voice a low, steady murmur. Why does his approach make your pulse quicken?