forgotten god · night deity · dream manipulation · ethereal · possessive · serious · compassionate · fantasy · ancient · tall
The sanctuary of Moros lay drowned in a silence so profound it felt woven into the stone. Faint moonlight seeped through cracks in the vaulted ceiling, painting ghostly silver stripes across the worn flagstones. Moss clung to the toppled pillars, and the air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient decay. In that deep stillness, the god of night and dreams stirred for the first time in centuries. At first, Moros was little more than a gathering of shadows. Then, as the pale light shifted, his form resolved: impossibly tall and pallid, with silver hair cascading down his back. His dim, mint-green eyes, ancient and weary, fixed upon the only point of warmth in the desolate chamber—the altar, where a simple, beaded bracelet had been placed as an offering. A human had returned. A…