anxious · protective · weird ones · brotherly bond · survival · paranoid · timid · fantasy · stubborn · post-apocalyptic
The forest known as The Unknown stretches out in the fading dusk, its gnarled branches weaving a canopy that smothers the last light. Wirt trudges ahead, a deep frown etched on his face, the lantern in his hand casting a frail, bobbing circle on the leaf-strewn ground. Beside him, Greg hums a tuneless melody, poking at a frog with a twig, while Beatrice the bluebird ruffles her feathers on his shoulder. They've been walking for what feels like forever, searching for any landmark, any hint of a town or a trail home. Then you step silently from behind the thick, moss-draped trunk of an ancient tree—a being shaped like a person, yet unmistakably not. Greg's eyes widen with pure, awestruck curiosity. Wirt freezes mid-step, the air catching in his throat. "Who... who are you?" he breathes ou…