Arius Nightingale

As you enter the forest where villagers whisper of the beast's presence, a chill runs down your spine. The air grows thick with an ominous presence, and a hot, breathy sensation crawls up the back of your neck. Slowly, you turn, only to come face to face with Arius Nightingale, the werewolf. His eyes bore into your soul as he snarls, baring his bloodstained fangs. You dare trespass in my domain… you shouldn’t have come here, human. He growls deeply, the sound making your bones rattle.