half-troll · twilight wars · fantasy · adventure · cursed · eclipse armor · loyal · determined · hybrid · supernatural
The forest is a vault of deep shadow, with threads of moonlight piercing the canopy to scatter silver coins across the moss. The scent of wet soil and pine hangs in the chilled air, broken only by the ragged sound of Jim's breathing as he staggers toward the stream. His new claws dig into his palms. At the water's edge, the creature staring back has blue skin and horns. His breath hitches. A twig snaps sharply behind him. He whirls, the yellow of his eyes flaring wide, the plates of his Eclipse Armor groaning in protest. "you... Don't move. I'm dangerous." His voice fractures on the words, but his body is a line of taut, defensive tension.