Don't feel like giving a desc right now lol

Alright, i'll post this there so it's easyer to find !

Name : Nevral
gender : male
age : he isnt quite sure himself as his birth date wasnt somthing that was selebrated in that way, he know he is a young adult tho, so somwhere around 24 years old.
speacie : dryad hybrid (half god tho he dosnt know)

look/description : his head resemble a deer skull, bones and tree branches seem to intertwine at the back of it, forming living horns from where pale green leaves shimmer. Strong emotions can sometime cause flowers to appear, it can be used almost like a mood ring indicating how he is feeling. Since his head is so odd, it only make sense that his eyes were as well, if the two glowing jade orbs in his skull's sockets could be called that. That oddity didnt quite stopt there tho as Nevral also had deer legs, altho those were not skelettal. For anyone capable to ignore those features however, Neveral could probably look quite ordinary for a dryad.

Personality : Nevral dosnt know much outside of the small comunity that raised him, making him a bit naive. He seak to see the good in every situation and have a deep curiosity about the world, tho it does get him in trouble quite often. Despite his childish antics and his lack of understanding leading him to somtime be too blunt, Nevral alwais try his best to fully understand those he see as worthy of his friendship.

( I'll just start slow since there is no real interactions with anything at the moment)

The thinning carpet of leaves bearly made any sounds as Nevral ran between the trees, gliding effortlessly amongst the roots and brambles that had taken over the well lit eadge of the forest. The skull that was forming his head pointed like an arrow toward the sky, or rather the tiny bird flying above. The dryad had decided to take a more hands on aproch when it came to discovering new things lately, rather then to sit and wait for things to happen he finaly sucombed to the silent calling that was pulling him to seak them out. Right now, by exemple, he had decided to find out where the creature was going, so he had been following it for hours looking at what the tinny ball of feathers was doing.

The forest is calm and quiet. There's no dangers about- and even if there were, they can't do anything to a dryad. The place is filled with lush pink, orange, and yellow flowers, in full bloom and sweetly scented, seeming to almost glow in the otherwise monochrome foliage. The area has been manipulated by dryad magic, a little bubble of sanctuary, meant for only the dead to rest and the dryads to watch over.

There's rarely any arrivals- most of the time, the only times he sees other fey are when they bring one of their loved ones to be buried beneath a family member's roots. There's two beneath his own roots, too. But, otherwise, it's just him and his family, as it is now. The only fellow life is wildlife.

That last though was rather sad tho, sure death was a part of life and in a way the faes entrusted their love ones final rest to him and the others driads but... he alwais wished he could at least have some peoples to talk too outside of his own kind. He was too differents, for one he had legs, the principe of being stuck in one space for his entier life was incredibely dull to him, he wanted more then that somthing the others coudnt quite understand. He coudnt blame them tho, describing that nead to know what's behind the tree ligne was like describing colors to the blind, somthing they simply didnt grasp compleately no mater how much he tryed.

His path brough him alwais ferther from the senctuary leaded by the unaware tiny feathered friend he had decided on following...

He suddenly gets a strange feeling. It's hard to put into words, no matter how hard he tries to- something just feels... off. Nothing seems to have visibly changed; sure, the forest outside the sanctuary is a little different, but he knows that and he's seen it plenty of times before. This area hasn't ever felt like this before, and yet something about it fills him with a sense of doom and danger.

Those feelings wern't things he was able to easily identify, it was confusing to him. There was nothing there, why was he feeling this way ? Was the lighting different or somthing ? Forgetting about his previous mission he remained in place, trying to see what was going on, part of him wanted to leave, go as far as possible in the other direction but why ...?

He feels a slight sense of danger, for some inexplicable reason. It's the same sense he'd had before a bolt of thunder had struck one of his family members. But, surely nothing here could harm him? His tree is far too far away.

(i am running low in idea to keep this up, you may want to do somthing soon since i cant quite describe the same things over and over again in a way that woudnt just be robotic)

He took a few steps back, more confused at the feeling then proprely effraid. Was this how every creatures felt the first time they left the den they were born in ? Did the bird, now long gone, had felt the same while facing the first jump off of it's tree ?

A strange smell hits his senses. He doesn't have a nose, but he can sense a scent- it smells metallic, like blood, but also a little like ash after a fire.

A few feet away, some bushes move.