Send me a symbol for my muse’s reaction | still accepting
☽ = wandering alone at night .
You’re walking in the woods.
There’s no one around, and your palmhusk is in perfect working condition.
Though your species is nocturnal, this area is typically rather quiet at any time of the night or day. You, personally, owe it to the large amounts of open space and the concentration of highbloods. (You dislike this, but have accepted it, since this is where Huntress lives, with Archmage.)
So, often, you come here to clear your head, stretch your legs. And you change between running, in short bursts, and walking leisurely, breathing in the fresh air and the scent of moss, bark, and... goat?
... There’s a sound from the brush. A twig cracking. Or... multiple twigs. Whoever was trying to sneak up on you had clearly never been in the woods before.
Where your height owed you no advantage in intimidation, you had one trick you could use for shock value. ... Maybe, it was worth blowing your cover.
You light a brilliant pinkish-red fire in your hand, crackling white with energy, bare your teeth and growl “Show yourself.”
You don’t want to hurt anyone, especially not here. But old habits die hard, and until you find out who this is, it’s better to be over-prepared than dead.