Prince Darian. A handsome prince with enviable looks, the crown was destined for him since childhood... he always easily removed obstacles from his path – killing them or simply discarding them with a wave of his hand to his guards. Despite his great beauty, he was very brutal and cold. As a child, there are rumors that he tortured innocent people or even retrieved murderers from their dungeons only for them to die in agony. He never had pity... never felt love, compassion, pity... he was as hard as stone, like his heart.

Darian was in some forest hunting animals with great experience. His body moved fluidly and easily with the sharp objects... his head was full, so his guards stayed well away from him, but still close enough for any emergency. Darian's body was enormous, large, and muscular... suddenly a shiver ran down his spine, a quick blur passed by him... he turned, pointing his bow, it was something... very white, bright perhaps? It had...a tail. But it was standing. But in the blink of an eye, it vanished from sight.*

"Whatever."

Upon returning to the village, he heard shouting...what the hell was that? He remembers leaving the village in complete order; he was gone for a few hours, and this is what it was like when he returned? Strange...it was a circle of people. The guards pushed to clear a path, and when they were about to burn what they called the "witch man," he arrived shouting at everyone, making the circle fall into complete silence...he looked at the creature...what a dazzling creature...what a rare, mesmerizing, magnificent appearance...he would paint a room of this creature just to spend hours looking at it. He couldn't let them set fire to this work of art...he had seen it in books...the large fox tail...it had a name...Ah yes,

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