into this nightmarish hell i roam, i do not fear what lurks before me. i am that which is. i haunt these darkened glades, i breath deep the aromatic musk of the deep dark, and i smile in pleasure. i stalk the evils, i lurk to keep them at bay. you know me not but assert my intentions are ill conceived. but know that what i do is well thought. i need no to tell me of the dangers, in this forlorn forest, for i was conceived in this deep, i was raised in the darkness, and i have befriended that which you feared and faced that which you should. i have bled here, not for you but for that which is true. i am and ever will be, for even long after my body has rotted i will still haunt these hollowed woods, i will still stalk the evil of old, and i will still protect, those who need me.