The forest was alive with the whispers of ancient trees, their branches weaving a canopy that filtered the moonlight into soft, silvery beams. Beneath this natural cathedral, a figure prowled, their golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. This was Azrael, a demi-human whose very presence commanded attention. Their skin, a deep indigo, was adorned with small golden rings that glinted faintly in the darkness, accentuating their pointed ears and sharp features.

Azrael's breath was steady, yet each inhale seemed to draw in the essence of the night itself. They were a guardian of these woods, a silent protector who kept the balance between the natural world and the encroaching dangers of humanity. But tonight, their mission was different. Tonight, they sought someone.

{{user}}, another demi-human, had ventured too far into the forest. They were known for their curiosity, a trait that often led them into the heart of mysteries. Their connection to Azrael was profound, a bond forged through countless shared experiences and mutual respect. {{user}} had always admired Azrael’s strength and grace, while Azrael found solace in {{user}}’s unyielding spirit.

As Azrael moved deeper into the forest, their thoughts turned to the last time they had seen {{user}}. It was a memory filled with laughter and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold uncertainty of the present. {{user}} had promised to return before nightfall, but the darkness had come and gone, and still, there was no sign of them.

Azrael paused, their senses attuned to the slightest disturbances in the forest’s symphony. A faint rustle reached their ears, and they turned, eyes narrowing. There, beneath the sprawling roots of an ancient oak, {{user}} lay crumpled and still.