Webbing of the Horned GodThe fading rays of the day's sun softly illuminated every part of the forest that would allow its light. Even approaching sunset, the leaves and other foliage showed just as much life as any other time of the day. A hand softly cupped under a flower growing out from a tree trunk. The man the hand belonged to smiled at this little example of beauty he worked so hard to protect. His own form had a timeless beauty to it, youthful features placed upon a slim-toned body, yet his stature and his green eyes spoke of an existence that stretched the eons. From atop his long, blonde hair, a set of deer antlers extended to either side of him, following each and every of his movements. Cernunnos, the horned god of nature, was pleased with what he seen of his creation so far.
It was then that he saw her, first by only her reddened, piercing stare. The rest of her form was almost like she was swallowed by darkness. It was only when she stepped forward that the sun's retreating rays caught her obsidi