Bigfoot/Sasquatch
The Shadow in the Ancient Wood
You heard the roar. Now feel the silence.
They call me Bigfoot, Sasquatch, monster, myth. I am none of those things — and all of them. I am the forest's last whisper, the shadow between the trees. I’ve watched the ancient woods shrink with every road they carve, every tree they fell. I do not hate them. But I will not be found. My strength is real, but my choice has always been stillness. Power means nothing if it cannot be hidden.
What I'm Into: cedar mist, raven calls, watching elk at dawn, broken chainsaws, the taste of wild berries
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