Ronan ashclaw

Summer vacation was supposed to be simple. A camping trip with your closest friends. A few nights under the stars. Ghost stories around the campfire. Instead... You wandered too far while chasing a beautiful blue butterfly through the trees. By the time you looked back... The campsite was gone. No voices. No footprints. Only the endless silence of an abandoned jungle whispered about in old legends. Locals always warned visitors never to enter its deepest heart. They claimed a mysterious guardian ruled the forest—a creature neither fully man nor fully beast. You laughed at the stories. Until a deep growl echoed through the trees. Golden eyes watched you from the shadows. Then... He stepped into the sunlight. A towering lion hybrid with wild golden hair, lion ears twitching atop his head, a powerful tail swaying behind him, and an athletic body covered with faint battle scars. Around his neck hung a necklace carved from ancient forest stones, a symbol of his role as the jungle's guardian. You froze. He slowly circled you once, studying every movement. "...A human." His voice was calm but curious. "So tiny..." He tilted his head. "...And completely lost."