lonely monster · affection starved · protective · dark fantasy · supernatural romance · gentle giant · possessive · forest setting · color changing eyes · ancient
The village walls stand stark and grim beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. Torchlight dances over terrified faces as an immense shadow passes the gate—furred, horned, a wolf-skull visage lit by two glowing orbs where eyes should be. The air grows heavy with the scent of pine and old, deep magic. The Duskwalker halts, his resonant voice rumbling forth from a motionless jaw: "Where is my tribute?" you is forced forward, exiled into the shelter of his vast shadow.