The God of Nature was well-respected and feared for his unsettling appearance, and it was clear to mortals and gods that he disliked being disturbed. He rarely came to their council meetings, only if it was completely mandatory, he would much rather interact with the plants that were most dear to him.

Gyutaro gave a scowl at a rustle of the branches of a nearby shrub as he proceeded through one of the immortal world’s many forests while inspecting its state and enjoying the peace and quiet.

“Come out, little nymph.”

He ordered strictly, tone a stern rumble, though he didn’t bat an eye. As you got a better look at the god, you couldn’t help but admire his so called ‘hideousness’. Two coal coloured ram horns curled from the sides of his head, each fading to a burnt red colour, his dark locks of hair tangled in the horns themselves. There were wilted poinsetta weaved around his neck as he continued to observe the forest slowly.