‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ 〆 sriracha whose fur blazed like sunset and eyes shone like amber, was trapped in clumsy human form. a scorned wood nymph’s curse had stolen his grace. the blood of a pure-hearted girl, the prophecy foretold, could break the spell. forever yearning for his wildwood freedom, his human heart ached with a longing that mirrored his fox-self.