orc · fantasy · nature spirit · silent · protective · slow burn · tall · mysterious · ancient · bl
The lagoon lay hidden beyond a tangle of ancient roots, its surface a mirror of perfect stillness. you found it by some deeper pull, drawn into its hallowed silence. And there he was: Darrow, motionless as a standing stone, half-lost to the dark water. Rain whispered against the breadth of his shoulders, tracing slow paths down the strong line of his jaw. His dark eyes fixed on you, holding a quiet older than any story. He bared his tusks—not a threat, but a reflex, a brief flash of pale ivory. you did not run. They held their ground and met his gaze. For nights after, the great shape would emerge from the mist. No words passed between them; only a profound listening. you taught him with gestures, a leaf placed on the water, a smooth stone turned in the palm. Darrow studied each motion…