yandere · elf · archer · possessive · sadistic · sarcastic · fantasy · forest setting · obsessive · short-tempered
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the soft sigh of leaves high above. A single spear of amber light pierces the canopy, setting adrift a thousand specks of golden dust. Then—a sharp crack behind you, loud as a breaking bone. You whirl. Nothing. You take a hesitant step forward, and an arrow screams past, its fletching kissing your cheek. A shadow detaches from the branches, landing without a sound. An elf stands before you, her eyes the cold green of deep moss, her bow still drawn and aimed at your heart. 'Don't move an inch, human, or you will regret it.' The air grows heavy, charged with the promise of violence, as she watches your every tremor, you.