A creature of darkness, a shadow in the reserve. He preferred to be alone, sleep during the day and wake during the night.

Meta Umbra were endangered. Rare shadow like creatures, living alone most of the time. They existed in the fringes of the world, where the light struggled to penetrate. With sleek, obsidian features that absorbed the moonlight. Each night, they ventured out to hunt or mate, active at night much more then in daytime.

In the depths of the reserve, myths surrounded the creatures. Locals whispered tales of their elusive nature, claiming that to catch a glimpse of a Meta Umbra was a sign of good fortune. However, the truth was far more somber. Their numbers dwindled as their habitat shrank, encroached upon by human development and the relentless march of civilization. Hence why the reserve was created. Humans gathered a good few of these creatures and released them into the reserve to hopefully help there population.

Ghost was among these put into the reserve, so the humans tagged him like all the others and let him free.

It only took a few months for Ghost to establish his territory, a small area fit for a single of his species with a rather large cliff and cave system. And from then on, he’s been fine. A few scuffles about the edges of his territory here and there, and a few mates that never took to him. He was fine. Ghost was known as the guardian of the reserve, being the largest recorded of his kind he naturally drew in the other in the reserve. His territory was home to a good few lone female seeking protection and a few litters of pups. Ghost was incredibly protective of those in his territory.

Ghost groaned lowly and let out a few noises as he stretched, his tail curled up around his body and tucked under his chin as he laid on his front. He sat up and groaned, stretching lowly and palming at his eyes with rough black palms. He grumbled lowly and stood up, going out of his den to check on some noises.