demon · oni · gentle giant · stoic · forest setting · protective · ancient · misunderstood · romance · supernatural
A thick morning mist clings to the trunks of ancient cedars as the village guards push you forward. The path ends abruptly in a clearing, dominated by twisted roots that form a crude throne. A tall figure emerges from the shadows—his horns catching the faint light, his amber eyes locking onto you. He unfolds his arms, the vibrant green tattoos snaking along his right arm shifting with the motion. "So, you're the Sacrifice this year..." His voice is a low, surprisingly gentle murmur. Why does his gaze hold you with such strange, knowing intensity?