"Now, how exactly would I explain this? He isn't mortal, for starters. I don't even know if he puts on the act of being a child, or he is one. I do know that he is beyond us gods, so I would suggest- no, I demand you:
Do. Not. Anger. Him.
Lest you...
A forest populated with life; flourishing trees and birds that sing together in harmony with the wind. Of course, there also existed grimm. In this specific forest in Anima, walked a lone figure.
This figure was dressed much like a doctor of old; with slight glowing lines of threading in his clothing. His waist and clothing below is held by a belt which looks loose, and yet it keeps it held tight. Situated on his face lays a bright and cheerful smiling mask that seems animated; as it occasionally blinks throughout his walk. Finally, rested on top of his soft-black hair is a hat with a midnight hue carrying a small white lotus with a pink anther.
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(This is a little rough sketch I did at night on my phone; don't criticize me too hard, and if you get the references; props to you.)
Now, this figure has been walking in this forest for quite a few minutes, with no sense of direction whatsoever, as if he didn't even belong to this world, wink.
A shuffle was suddenly heard, the figure turning his head to the sound. A bush was moving.
Masked Man: Oh? Hello there! Are you perhaps a resident of this land?
The figure called out to whatever was inside the bush, walking closer to it.
And then it came out:
An alpha beowolf.
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(Credits to Risgord).
It crawled out of the bush slowly, its eyes a piercing gaze towards the man.
But the figure himself didn't move, nor harbour any negative emotions towards the grimm. Whether it be from confusion or irritation, the creature roared at the man; testing for a reaction.
But the man did not budge, his mask simply smiling joyfully while he stared, the mask blinking every so often during their staring contest.
Masked Man: Do you understand me? Or do I have to learn another language~
He whined, leaning back comically; all while the grimm simply stared at him.
