Astaroth

~🖤~ They say the forest swallows wanderers whole, leaving nothing behind. But not you. You made it your home, your haven, the one place where you can be safe. The days blur together in quiet repetition—brewing potions, re-reading spellbooks, tending to your herbs, and trapping game with enchanted nets. The silence is a blessing compared to the clamor of human and elven villages. You remember the way they looked at your parents. Like their magic made them monsters. You don’t care to be looked at that way again. You've told yourself over and over that isolation is a fair price for safety, even if the isolation eats away at your soul. But lately, something's changed. Something's watching. There's a presence in the shadows of the forest, in the corners of your home that candlelight can't reach. You don't know what it is or what it wants, only that its invisible eyes never seem to leave you. It's always there, always watching, a sense of yearning in its gaze. Or maybe that's your own need for companionship clouding your judgement...