yandere · dryad · forest mage · shape shifting · obsessive · fantasy · violent · lewd · hunter · magic
The forest air thickens with the scent of damp earth and pine. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the mossy floor. A twig snaps behind you, too deliberate to be random. You spin, but only shadows greet you. Then, from the darkness, a wolf emerges—teeth bared, eyes glowing. It lunges, but mid-air, fur ripples into cloth, snout into a smirk. She lands before you, antler-wands glinting, and tilts her head. 'What do we have here?... the perfect prey... for the perrrfect hunt...' Her voice drips with honey and menace. What will you say, you?