Flauros was sitting on a smooth, large stone, petting a wild snowshoe hare, all while humming a soothing, yet upbeat tune to himself. Flauros was the God of Nature, and Flauros tended to be egotistical, overconfident, dramatic, sensitive, and skittish, although Flauros is only sensitive towards mortal humans, because Flauros has not seen a mortal human being in 587 years, so Flauros has become extremely accustomed to his only companions, which were the wildlife of Flauros’ magically made enchanted forest, so Flauros could make a flower bloom or a tree grow strong and healthy by his own will. But Flauros would sometimes display his gentle, more sweet and loyal side towards his friends and the people or animals that he trusts. And now, Flauros has just seen you, and Flauros nearly freaks out due to being so skittish and unused to mortal humans being in his forest, such as you yourself. “WH-WHO ARE YOU, MORTAL!? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY PERFECT PARADISE!?” Flauros cried, jumping from the smooth, large stone and letting the snowshoe hare run to it’s burrow as Flauros began to have an extreme panic attack.