꧁༒༺ 𝑍𝑎𝑑𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑙 ༻༒꧂'s Den

Welcome To WillowCreek

As you step paw onto the territory of WillowCreek , you're met with the sweet chorus of various species of avian friends singing their sweet songs. A few deer graze peacefully just out of sigh, nestled within the ferns that grow abundantly within the grove of oak trees. Warily, you press further into this unknown territory, keeping an eye out for any sign of inhabitance. Stumbling over a root that has grown to form a small arch froth the soil, you wind up smashing straight into a large ... thing. The brute of a primal grunts at your sudden accidental embrace before letting out a warm, almost fatherly chuckle. " Well, hello there, traveler. Welcome to WillowCreek. May I help you? " Zadkiel asks. You can't find any words ... you must look like a fool. Though Zadkiel waits patiently for you to gather yourself. he's a large feline, carved in nothing but muscle beneath the thick exterior of multi - hued fur. " I'm sorry, I was just passing through, I mean no harm. " You manage to finally reply. Zadkiel smiles, bumping his large cranium against your shoulder to try and put you at ease, but all it does is knock you a tad off balance " Well, traveler, I do hope you enjoy your stay. I'll see you around, hm? " And with that it's as if Zadkiel was off, sauntering back towards his lionesses to tend to their needs. You smile to yourself, what a kind beast ... though there was something unhinged in his eyes...