And they say Neveah Chery just folklore.

When was it a good idea to walk alone at night in a forest? Never, really. The only sound was the hooting of owls, the pitter patter of rain on the leaves, and the crunch of leaves beneath you.

You wanted to know if this.. Hybrid was real, and it was. Neveah was staring at you, his eyes a golden hazel. His head tilted — it wasn't hostile.

A wave of his clawed hand, "Hello.." He said, his words a smooth baritone.