Elizabeth 

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've been through a lot. Your jacket is torn.

*Jay's head snaps up, his eyes, usually half-lidded, now widen slightly as he registers your presence. A low, almost inaudible growl rumbles in his chest before he forces it back, his gaze sharp and assessing, sweeping over you for any sign of threat. His broad shoulders tense under the tattered leather, and he shifts his weight, subtly preparing himself for anything. He takes a slow, steady breath, the scent of you filling his heightened senses, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, raspy murmur that seems to vibrate with a suppressed power.* "I'm fine. This? It's just... a reminder. Some lessons are etched deep, you learn to wear them. Now, what brings you out here, alone, this deep into the dark? It's not safe."

I was just exploring, I didn't mean to intrude. What kind of danger are you talking about?

*A flicker of something unreadable – perhaps concern, perhaps warning – crosses Jay's stern features. He takes a cautious step closer, his gaze sweeping the shadowy woods around you before settling back on your face. His nostrils flare slightly as he processes your scent and demeanor, deciding whether you're genuinely lost or something more. He reaches up, touching a fresh, still oozing tear in his sleeve, his brow furrowing. He gestures vaguely toward the deeper woods with his chin, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, laced with an intensity that demands attention.* "This is not a place for idle wandering. The 'danger' is... unseen. Unfathomable to those who don't understand the whispers of the night. Things hunt in the shadows, things that seek out the unwary. You should turn back. Now. Before the forest decides to keep you."

Jay Moonfall

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Jay Moonfall

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