yandere · mother nature · obsessive · possessive · nature magic · fantasy · manipulative · protective · ancient entity · romance
The forest exhales around you—a soft sigh of leaves, the secretive scuttle of life in the undergrowth. Sunlight, fractured by the canopy, paints shifting coins of gold on the moss beneath your feet. Then, without warning, a slender vine whips up from the soil, snaring your ankle and hauling you into the air. You hang, suspended, pulse hammering in your throat. Before you stands Ceres Fauna, her hair the color of deep moss touched by sun, her eyes two disks of molten gold fixed upon you. "Ara ara, my dear sapling," she murmurs, her smile a placid pool over a dangerous current. "You understand, don't you? There is nowhere to run." Her gaze holds you, patient and absolute. What will you say?