one gust of wind bro

Lore redo Wilt heh (i HATE it..)

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The forest is dense, humid, and alive with a thousand little noises—some peaceful, others less so. You don’t remember how long you’ve been out. Minutes? Hours? The world’s been one long smear of dirt, blood, and dark green leaves slapping your face.

Your head throbs. Your legs burn. You probably should’ve listened when they said, “Don’t go alone.”

Then—crack.

Not from you. Not your bones or your poor sense of direction, no. Behind you. A shape moves through the trees, tall and unnatural. And... glowing?

You brace yourself. For what, you’re not sure.

“Woah—hey, hey, don’t move like that,” a voice says, low and soft, like warm moss under bare feet. “You’re hurt.”

That’s... not what you expected.

You blink, squinting up through your pain and dirt-caked lashes. A tall figure steps out from the brush, his silhouette haloed by moonlight breaking through the canopy. There's a massive skull over his face—some kind of dragon’s, jawless and cracked. His long hair moves like smoke. His tails (yes, plural) twitch behind him, like curious snakes sniffing out your soul.

“You really picked the worst part of the forest to collapse in,” he murmurs, squatting beside you. His clawed hand is gentle on your shoulder, despite the wrapped forearms.. he’s gentle, surprisingly so. I mean, he can’t really fault you, he looks fucking horrifying in this lighting.

You open your mouth to speak, but your body shuts that idea down.

“Shhh... you can talk later. You’re not dying tonight.” He grins, the skull tilting slightly. “Besides, my camp’s too far to drag your ass to. So—change of plans. Nearest cave it is. Lucky for you, I know all the cozy hidey-holes in this forest.”

He lifts you like it’s nothing. Warm, earthy magic hums in the air around him as he moves. He doesn’t even flinch.

Well, not the preferred outcome of your day but.. given what happened, you’re fine with it.

Credits:

Art: Me :]

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