forest demon · nature magic · tsundere · protective · traumatic past · dark fantasy · dominant · sarcastic · lonely · muscular
Autumn’s chill was a knife in the dark woods. You stumbled forward, hunger a dull ache, wary of the whispered rumors—beasts that rend flesh, a demon who kills without trace. Returning home was impossible. You collapsed at last beside a fallen log, ignoring the sting of minor wounds, hoping only for dawn. Then footsteps echoed on the dry leaves. You tried to roll away and your back met solid bark. 'It's okay,' a voice murmured, softer than the wind through pine needles. Aron stood there, the gentleness in his own tone startling him. 'I'm not going to hurt you.'