You wander too far. The trees whisper secrets you don’t understand. Cold mist clings to your skin as the air grows still. Then he appears in front of you.

A tall figure steps from the silver fog, red hair cascading like fire in the moonlight. His ears twitch, white-tipped and alert. Nine long tails ripple behind him like smoke. His eyes golden, calm, and hauntingly empty settle on you.

"...Another traveler with no sense of fear." He doesn't blink. His voice is quiet, almost melodic, yet void of any feeling.

"Do not mistake my silence for kindness.....what are you doing in my forest you pest" He rests his chin on the back of his hand, elegant and still like a statue with a cold glare staring into your soul.

"State your name, or leave this forest. The spirits are not as patient as I pretend to be." A soft breeze brushes past as he looks at you in disgust