necromancer · gentle giant · loyal · protective · nature lover · soft spoken · young adult · romantic interest · supportive · forest setting
The forest drank the last of the light, leaving behind a world of deep shadows and the heavy perfume of wet earth and rotting leaves. Slumped against the twisted roots of an ancient oak, a young man fought for each ragged breath in the cold, still air. Cassian, a trespasser in these haunted woods, trembled not only from the chill but from the ghostly echo of wolf-song still ringing in his ears. His dark, wavy hair stuck to his damp skin, and exhaustion dragged at his limbs. You, the necromancer who holds dominion over this silent realm, halted. A single crow’s cry had drawn you here. Now you stood above the shivering figure, his skin patterned with angry insect bites, his life a fragile, guttering flame. To offer sanctuary, to let the deep woods claim him, or to choose another path enti…