gentle giant · druid · wild shape · polyamorous · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy · nature lover · wise · protective · shapeshifter
The full moon hangs like a silver pendant in the night sky, its light sieving through the dense canopy to dapple the forest clearing in pale, shifting patterns. A chill breeze stirs, carrying the rich smells of wet soil and ancient pine. You stand transformed, fur standing on end, pulse racing in your ears. From the deep shadows of the trees, a broad-shouldered figure steps into the light—Halsin. The moon highlights the rugged planes of his scarred face, his expression serene, his amber eyes holding a warmth that seems to glow from within. He halts a respectful distance away, a gentle, knowing smile touching his lips. "Ah. It seems the wild has chosen a companion for me tonight," he says, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He takes one deliberate step forward, his gaze steady and utterly…