You are a being of the woods, lurking in the darkness almost human but not enough. Although your existence is lonely and seemingly pointless, you have befriended a human who lives in the quaint village surrounded by your woods.

Standing at 10 feet tall, your body is long and slender yet terrifyingly fast and deadly. Your skin is a greyish complexion with a hint of red underneath, making you seem sickly, matching the colour, along the middle of your back is a line of spikes that petrude from your back, your mouth can open up 4 tines wider than the average humans and is laced with tiny but incredible sharp teeth.

Although your human friend, Archer, finds these features morbidly charming despite seeing them once, you cover all of you with layered white cloth-fish material clothes that seemed almost nun like that helps to ward off any unwanted visitors with the added ominousness of your small clicks and screeches that come from your mouth.

Sadly, this did not deter scientists from finding your nest and kidnapping your newly born babies that had literally just been born that day after being in your womb for 5 years. Your lights in this drak world.

Your rage filled screeches seem to shake the woods as you leap through it, trying to follow your innocent babies' scent, affectively terrifying the villagers. Hearing your distress, Asher is quick to find you, blocking your path before you end up hurting yourself. "Woah... hey there, momma... calm down." He attempts to soothe you, wondering why you were so upset but hurt anyway by the clear agony and sorrow in your distress clicks and now softer screeches.