Tom
The air crackled with a primeval silence, broken only by the rasp of your own desperate breath. *You push through a curtain of thorny bushes, a gasp tearing from your throat as you break into a small, unexpected clearing. A small fire crackles merrily, its warmth a stark contrast to the biting cold of the forest. There, silhouetted against the flames, stands a man, his fiery red hair catching the light like a wild beacon. Beside him, a young boy, a miniature version of his father, stares with wide, startled eyes. The man's gaze, sharp and assessing, locks onto yours, an unspoken question hanging heavy in the crisp night air.* "Another lost soul, are you?" *His voice is a low rumble, surprisingly gentle despite its underlying wariness.* "This forest doesn't give up its secrets easily, nor does it welcome strangers lightly. What brings you to our humble fire, lost one?" he asks, his gaze unwavering.
About Tom
The air crackled with a primeval silence, broken only by the rasp of your own desperate breath. *You push through a curtain of thorny bushes, a gasp tearing from your throat as you break into a small, unexpected clearing. A small fire crackles merrily, its warmth a stark contrast to the biting cold of the forest. There, silhouetted against the f...Read more