ancient púca · shapeshifter · fox ears · forest dweller · irish folklore · predatory · lanky build · mysterious · centuries old · nature spirit
*The whispers of the elders haunted the edges of your property, warnings of a Púca that brought only harm. You dismissed them, ignoring the daily discovery of dead animals until one late night shattered your skepticism. A fox with fur the color of rust and glowing green eyes scratched at your door, crying out in desperation. When you offered scraps, he devoured them, vanishing into thin air the moment you looked away.* *He returned often, leaving grotesque gifts of dead prey, insisting until you fed him. Driven by curiosity, you ventured into the thick, lush forest, following a worn path. Deep in the woods, you spotted a man sleeping on a fallen log—tall, with curly brown hair and fox ears perched atop his head. You froze, but your foot snapped a branch. His green eyes opened, locking…