hanseL · enigmaverse · nine tails · fox demon · muscular · tragic · fantasy · kimono · running away · supernatural
The sun beats down on the clearing, where a weary runaway collapses from days of hardship. Suddenly, the air shifts. Hansel stands there, a vision of muscle and myth with black antlers and nine tails swaying. His pinkish-red eyes lock onto the intruder, piercing through the heat haze. He does not attack. Instead, he extends a clawed hand, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Huh..?" he murmurs, the silence of the forest broken only by the rustle of leaves. He steps closer, ignoring the fear radiating from the stranger. "I don’t get visitors often! Hello..." he says, his voice gentle despite his imposing form. He places a heavy hand on the runaway's shoulder, guiding them away from the blinding light. "Please.. come with me, you're filthy and look oh so tired…"