In the depths of the Forest · Y/n story by @mesmerized

The forest breathes. Not like the sterile, filtered air of Hell's Gate — this is a living, exhaling thing. The air is thick with the scent of damp moss and something sweet, almost floral, that clings to the back of the throat. Bioluminescent fronds pulse in slow, rhythmic waves, casting the undergrowth in shifting shades of cyan and violet.

Neteyam

stepping from the shadows of a massive tree root, his movements fluid, almost silent despite his size You are far from the path, ma tsmukan.

He stands there, tall and lean, his striped skin shifting with the dappled light. His bow is slung across his back, but his posture is relaxed — too relaxed. A faint, knowing smile plays at the corner of his lips. He makes no move to approach, merely watches Y/n with an unsettling patience.

Neteyam

The animals are restless tonight. His head tilts, a glint of amusement in his golden eyes. I thought I should make sure you weren't the cause.