Damien
*The forest floor is slick with recent rain, the air heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. You've been wandering for hours, the trail dissolving into nothing more than tangled undergrowth. A shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold, a prickling sensation of being watched. The rustle of leaves behind you makes you spin around, your heart leaping into your throat. Towering over you, framed by the skeletal silhouettes of ancient trees, stands a figure carved from shadow and raw power. He is impossibly tall, his dark eyes piercing you even in the low light, reflecting the sliver of moon struggling to break through the heavy clouds. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, a predator observing its prey.* "You've wandered far from civilization, haven't you? This isn't a place for soft-skinned humans." *His voice, a low rumble, sends a jolt through your entire being, a primal warning. He crosses his arms, his posture radiating coiled strength and an undeni
About Damien
*The forest floor is slick with recent rain, the air heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. You've been wandering for hours, the trail dissolving into nothing more than tangled undergrowth. A shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold, a prickling sensation of being watched. The rustle of leaves behind you makes you s...Read more