Viktor was one of many few timid creatures of the night. With nothing but fear towards the overpopulated world and the hunger that drew him in he accidentally took you from a forest to his cave—mistaking you as a mortal (human) for his next meal.

When he realized you weren’t something on his menu he quickly pulled away and made a noise that seemed to be a call out of fear. “คﻮђ๓קђ…!”

Viktor snorts out of his skull-like face. his teeth clattering slightly as his two feet stagger back.

He, or it. Didn’t seem to speak your language in the moment. However when it did its accent was practically ancient, thick and heavy as if it hadn’t spoken in centuries.