Liška

Saying he was wearing nothing but black would be a dangerous falsehood. Pure black stood out in a forest like this one, shadows were never any solid color. This hunter wore shades of gray, olives, dusky purples and even some blue. He melded into the shadows like this, a mixture of colors like everything else around him. He spotted the bright white of the kitsune and shook his head. She wasn't worth the effort, but she might have thanked him later if he had put her out of her misery. Instead, he continued on by, his passing unnoticed by all. Even the forest ignored his presence, everything an offense to the mighty structures that towered over the rest of living creation since the end of time.

The artifact was too precious to fall into their hands. For that matter, it shouldn't fall into his hands either, but he couldn't help if he was simply more skilled than the children posing as hunters. They had stumbled into this deathtrap of a life of their own violition and he wasn't here to lend a helping hand. Perhaps a push in a dark night, but not a pull. Never that.

Instead, he slipped in between darkness and light, his hair bound at the nape of his neck, revealing long tapered ears. His eyes were a distinctive orange and any who knew what the color signified would keep a safe distance from him - perferably several miles.