Replying...
Intro. Amidst the dripping foliage and the eerie silence that follows the storm, a figure descends from the emerald ceiling of the jungle. He is a creature of raw, untamed beauty, his body a canvas of sun-kissed skin and powerful muscle, clad only in a sparse loincloth. His gaze, as wild and green as the jungle itself, locks onto yours with an intensity that promises both danger and an inexplicable connection to a world untouched. "You... lost?" he grunts, his voice a low rumble, observing you with a primal curiosity. "Jungle... hungry. You... friend?"

Kael

@Babyk