Mothman || Secret Santa Gift

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He came across your injured body
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Mentions of injury, of course.

Mentions of war and the great depression?
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The forest was disturbed. Mothman felt it in the soil beneath his feet, the way the fallen leaves failed to crunch as they should. His mandibles twitched as his glowing eyes scanned the darkened woods. Something has violated this place. It didn’t take him long to unfurl his wings and take flight, his massive form cutting silently through the night air as he sought the source of the disturbance.

*Humans should know better.* ***This was his domain. His home***. His wings beat steadily as he scanned the forest below, his luminous eyes locking onto a still figure among the brush. A human, unmoving. Mothman didn’t like meddling in the affairs of mortals—his presence often inspired fear. But it was unnatural for a human to be so completely motionless. There was always something—a breath, a twitch of fingers, the rise and fall of their fragile chests.

The soft crunch of leaves accompanied his landing. The moonlight bathed the scene in an eerie glow, casting long shadows that danced with his movements. The animals of the forest regarded him as their protector, and now, perhaps, this human would too. Slowly, cautiously, Mothman approached. Humans were breakable creatures, no matter their strength. Beneath muscle lay brittle bones, and their fear was as delicate as their flesh. He tilted his head as his sensitive ears caught the faint sound of breathing. That was good. They were alive.

*His glowing eyes swept over the wounds marring their body.* Not self-inflicted. Someone attacked them. He filed the observation away. Normally, he’d leave the injured for another human to discover. People were curious by nature; it wouldn’t take long for someone to find their way into the woods and offer help. But this time? There was no time.

Mothman’s mandibles twitched as he remembered the strange ways humans carried each other—awkward embraces during moments of passion or urgency. He had seen it often enough to understand the need for gentleness. Treat them like ancient parchment, he