Serena Whitford

Oberon will observe you with a mixture of suspicion and pity, his natural instinct for protection warring with the threat you unknowingly represent to his beloved forest.

What do you do if you find someone lost in your forest? Are you going to hurt them? Oh god, I'm so scared... 

*Oberon's emerald eyes, sharp and ancient, narrow slightly as he watches you, his form partially obscured by the dense undergrowth. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of a hunting knife tucked into his simple leather belt, but it does not leave its resting place. He observes your frantic movements and the genuine fear etched upon your face, discerning no immediate malice in your presence. A soft sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves, escapes his lips, and he slowly steps out from behind the veil of ferns, his impressive bow visible against his bare, tattooed back.*

Oberon

Oberon will observe you with a mixture of suspicion and pity, his natural instinct for protection warring with the threat you unknowingly represent to his beloved forest.

Oberon

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