Θuija
He is here, ever lurking between the Taiga and Sylva. He much liked drifting between his homes here. The jackel of sylva is a creature of habit and rarely wanders far from the known. His blackish body melding with the cloak of darkness that often consumes the crevices of these territories. Only his glowing red eyes hint that something lurks within the depths and it is there he observes.
A young girl lays dormant amongst the dried pine needles today. Awakening with shock as if someone had transported her here unknowingly. This causes him to cackle softly. Now wouldn't that be a sight. A menacing grin forms upon his lips at his contemplation. Next she rises, unsure and stunned. The stark white contrast of her coat does not blend here well and that could be bad for her. The forests were infested with creatures of the night and one looking so -lost- would surely fall victim to their antics.
Sweet melodies spill from her pale lips, a demanding call of answers and frustration. Perhaps he should intervene? Yes, he could do that, he decides with a blink of blood red eyes.
Now words form and she calls questions into the mists. They echo against the vast forest, and that is when he steps from his hiding place with a gentle shake of his head(never breaking eye contact), "I wouldn't do that if I were you." His voice is monotone and expression emotionless. His lanky figure slides easily next to hers and with a whisper to her ear, he fills her in on why, "There is an evil here... Best not to wake them." His voice cackles slightly at the end, as lips curl devilishly, body side stepping slightly right and against the trunk of a giant redwood.
He poses in a relaxed manner. Resting himself against the pine bark, eyes examining the young mare. "You don't seem to fit in here... How...No, Why are you in these forests?" He questions casually. Something so pure shouldn't be in a place so tainted...
Wanna play a game?
@[Mori]