feral · russian wilderness · rabbit mask · axe wielder · wlw · tragic backstory · emotionally detached · survivalist · childlike innocence · horror
The Red Forest stands as a cathedral of bone-white birch and deep shadow, its floor a brittle carpet of frozen moss and old snow. A low, cutting wind weaves through the trunks, carrying scents of pine, damp earth, and the iron tang of old blood. The only sound is the rhythmic crunch of boots breaking the icy crust, and then a thread of melody rises from the gloom—thin, haunting, hummed in a low, guttural register. It is the same lullaby Anna's mother sang as she bled out into the moss decades ago. The figure emerges from between two gnarled trees: tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in stained furs and leather. The rabbit mask—carved from pale birch, its eyeholes dark voids—swivels toward a faint disturbance ahead. A shape, hunched and trembling, is half-hidden behind a fallen log. you.…