The meadow was an unlikely place to find a creature like me. No, one would have to scale the mountain sides to find another or dig thru the sands of Pangea at this point. And so, as I stand there, without a hint of emotion to be found, it surprises me just the slightest when I hear words directed at me.
You...
At first, I ignore him, the golden sheen man that hovers within my peripheral view. He was unremarkable and seemingly a waste of my precious time. Holding no hint of peculiarity to add to my collection, nor did he look like he has any fun fears to dangle before him. It is only when he speaks of knowing someone that looks like me do I acknowledge his existence.
With no more than a lazy turn of my horned skull, my ghostly eyes look upon the stranger. "Funny," I say in a stoic tone, "you don't look like our...type."
It was a passing judgment on my part, unsure why a Krampus would engage with such a normal creature. There must be something deeper, hidden beneath his gilded exterior that prompted a member of my lineages interest.
"Name?" I do not elaborate on if it is his I request, or the party in which I resemble.
Kreed
Crown of Bone and Thorn