Solvier

Between falling cherry blossoms he stands there like a shadow that has lost itself in the world of light. His body is marked by dark, branched patterns that wind over his skin like living thorns - as if they were breathing, as if they were hearing him whisper. The silvery hair, wildly dishevelled by the wind, frame eyes, in which a faint but ancient glow burns. The exposed, animal-like ears look like a memorial to the fact that he does not belong entirely to this world. His kimono hardly moves, but around him the air itself seems to tremble - as if she was afraid to touch him. Every step he takes makes the silence harder, as if something invisible follows him, hungry and patient. It is said that his presence brings the scent of spring and the breath of death at the same time. And those who meet him instinctively feel: Behind his calm gaze lurks something dark, an ancient curse that is just waiting to wake up again. He is a wolfboy…so he has to feed often.