wanwood was nothing other than a forest mage.

she spent all her time in the woods, deep in the heart of the forest, conducting whatever wizardry with her staff of vines. she hid her face beneath a veil of maple leaves, & cloaked her form with a cape of maple as well. she was of a very admirable person; always silent, so reclusive, so reserved. her mouth hardly ever shifted its expression from its usual downturned frown—she never smiled. she never spoke. never interacted. …but only one survivor was an exception to wanwood’s silence.

valkyrie.

valkyrie was more of an outcast. she only showed her eyes, a nice correlation to wanwood only showing her mouth. wanwood hadn’t admitted it yet, but she found marvel in valkyrie’s porcupines—like some bright, albino hedgehog, valkyrie’s back was covered in spines. wanwood often found herself staring for longer than she’d like to, at those deceivingly pretty spikes…

the lesbian tension between the two was so thick even the other survivors could call them out on it.

late one afternoon, wanwood set out to another expedition in the woods. she knew that valkyrie often followed along behind her without wanwood’s knowledge, but she knew half the time. she just didn’t mind having valkyrie by her side, even if she did pretend to be oblivious to valkyrie’s presence.

she led valkyrie out into the woods with purpose, her staff hitting the ground with soft thuds with every step. she led the other woman out, deeper into the forest than he usually would’ve gone—more closer to the heart of it than she’d ever gotten to it before, where no killer ever roamed.

suddenly, wanwood came to an abrupt halt & spun around, leaning right down to valkyrie’s eye-level & jabbing the other woman in the chest with the top of her staff—

“following me again, are we?”