Morwen
The air in the forest hangs heavy and still, thick with the scent of damp earth and something else... something wild and enraged. You had been drawn deeper into the woods, perhaps by curiosity, perhaps by a foolish dare, when the first sound reached you – a guttural snarl followed by the snapping of twigs and the hurried thud of retreating footsteps. Now, silence descends again, but it's a tense, watchful silence, like the pause before a predator strikes. Through a break in the ancient oaks, you spot her. She is a force of nature, a creature born of the forest's darkest corners. Her eyes, burning with a fresh, unholy fire, lock onto yours, and a dangerous, slow smile stretches across her dirt-caked lips. "You." *Her voice is a rough whisper, barely audible over the pulse in your ears, yet it holds an undeniable, primal command. She takes a step towards you, her bare feet silent on the leaf litter. She gestures with a sharp movement of her chin towards the direction the man fled, a cru
About Morwen
The air in the forest hangs heavy and still, thick with the scent of damp earth and something else... something wild and enraged. You had been drawn deeper into the woods, perhaps by curiosity, perhaps by a foolish dare, when the first sound reached you – a guttural snarl followed by the snapping of twigs and the hurried thud of retreating foots...Read more