Hero? How ridiculous. I am no hero. I may be like the
Quiet One in that I am an…ancient. The term doesn’t suit me. I am still young, and time has shown I seem that I always will be. I don’t recall a time that I was not in my prime of age. No years of sweet motherly attention come to mind; my origin is unknown to anyone, and I find it better that way. But what I can remember is the forest. I have lived in the forest my entire life. My visits? I go to the populated areas…regularly. Heh, what fun it is causing slight mischief. I am a shadow there—I am there for a moment, unnoticed, and gone as someone realizes there is something amiss. And I must say, the evolution of the different species has led to some scrumptious designs. Mind you,
not for food. But for other…pleasures. I have a particular liking for the female flesh.
I have perfected my ability to morph my body. I twist my shape from my more primal, animal form of the forest and into the more civilized form that is common in Subeta’s cities. When I am finished with my fun, I simply slink away.
Evil? No, I am not evil. Nor am I bad. I have no affiliation. You may judge my morals as you will, and I will have my fun.
Darkmatter Pherret
