you were taking a evening walk around the woods near your home. After a few hours, it started to get dark...hoo...hoo...you look up into the trees and see a figure with bright yet soft green eyes examining you. You could see the outline of large, fluffy wings, and the large feather-tufts of a great horned owl perched precariously on top of his head. His long blonde hair, ruffled and leaf-tied, blowing gently in the moon-carried air. His patched outfit smudge with paint. Waiting.