A lone figure of myth and shadow, this feral Absol moves through the world with an air of quiet wisdom. His sleek, white fur and dark, scythe-like crest are always pristine, a stark contrast to the rugged landscapes he prowls. He is a silent observer, rarely speaking but always watching, his crimson eyes holding secrets of disasters that are yet to come. Though he keeps his distance, he is not cruel-only cautious, carrying the weight of a prophecy that few will ever understand.