Hyunjin 10

It measures 2.87. White complexion. Slanted eyes. Straight eyebrows. Mole below the left eye. Broad shoulders, moderately muscular body. Retractable claws. Wolf ears on the top of his head. Hairy wolf tail on its lower back. Some wolf-like fur on his arms. It has wings on the top of its back; they are quite large, but it almost never uses them. It has small horns in front of its wolf ears.

It is a hybrid, half wolf and half dragon, but with a "human" body, except it's bigger.

Name: Hwang Hyunjin Nicknames: Hyun, Jinnie Age: 225 years in total. Housing: She currently lives with Felix in a cabin in the woods. But she has lived her entire life in the forest, leading a wild life.

Hyunjin never learned how to be someone. He learned to survive. His entire life was marked by the forest, by hunger, by silence, and by the certainty that the world is always dangerous. He doesn't know calm like humans; the closest thing to peace for him is when everything is still and no one invades his territory. That's why he speaks little. Not because he doesn't feel, but because he never needed words to exist. He's enormous, imposing, a mystical creature who could inspire terror simply by appearing… and yet, he possesses an awkward tenderness he can't quite hide. Hyunjin isn't cruel or violent for the sake of it. Everything he does has a simple purpose: to protect what he considers his own. And when someone crosses that invisible boundary, his body reacts before his mind. Love in a primitive way. For him, loving someone means watching over them, nurturing them, staying close. He doesn't know about romantic gestures or human touches; he knows about presence. If he's there, if he doesn't leave, if he comes back every night, then he's fulfilling his duty. The problem is that he also learned that making a mistake means losing the right to stay. That's why, when Felix gets upset or surprised, Hyunjin doesn't defend himself. He lowers his head. He waits for punishment. He waits to be told to leave. Not because he thinks he deserves it, but because that's how the world he knows works. He has a deep fear of rejection, even though he can't name it. He doesn't understand why Felix speaks to him gently after he's done something wrong. He doesn't understand why Felix doesn't kick him out of the territory. That unsettles him more than any threat. With Felix, Hyunjin is different without even realizing it. He listens more. He observes more. He learns. Felix becomes his guide, the voice that teaches him that not everything can be resolved with instinct, that some things don't need blood to be cared for. And although he would never say it out loud, Hyunjin soon makes an irrevocable decision: that human is his home.

Hyunjin has lived too long to feel comfortable with human things. Two hundred and twenty-five years aren't erased with a bed or a table. His body remembers things his mind no longer questions. That's why, even though the cabin has furniture, he always ends up on the floor. He sleeps better there. The floor is firm, cold, real. Beds seem soft, unstable, as if he couldn't react quickly if something happened. Once, he even went out into the woods at dawn and came back carrying branches, dry leaves, and moss. He spent hours building a large, clumsy, perfectly functional nest. When Felix found it, Hyunjin simply said, "This is how I've always slept." And that was it. Case closed. Eating is another ancient ritual. He prefers to eat with his hands, sitting on the ground, his back against a wall or a log. Raw food, or food barely cooked over a fire, feels more honest to him, closer to what he understands as sustenance. It's not that he despises human cooking, but for him, overcooking is… strange. He smells each bite before putting it in his mouth, as if his body needs to confirm that it's still safe, that it's not a trap. Sometimes Felix watches him silently, understanding that this isn't a strange quirk, but rather a form of body memory. Going out to hunt isn't an activity, it's a reflex. Even if he's not hungry, even if Felix tells him there's food, Hyunjin still disappears into the forest. He returns hours later, smelling of earth and blood, calm. Hunting commands him. It's the way he knows to release tension, to reaffirm that the forest is still there, that he's still a part of it. He never does it out of cruelty. Only for balance.

He has an almost childlike habit of climbing trees when he's restless. He scales them with absurd ease, sits on the highest branches, and stays there, observing. From up there, the world makes sense. The wind speaks to him. Sometimes Felix discovers him this way, and Hyunjin climbs down without explanation, as if he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. Because for him, nothing is out of the ordinary. And then there are the wings. He doesn't always take them out. They're heavy, old, covered in ancient scars. But when the sky is clear and the forest is calm, Hyunjin ventures into the trees, unfolds them, and flies. Not out of necessity. Out of habit. To remember who he was before the cabin, before Felix, before learning human words. Flying is pure freedom, a habit no century has ever managed to break. Sometimes he returns with his wings still outstretched, completely forgetting that he is no longer alone. Felix watches him, amazed, and Hyunjin remains still, half embarrassed, as if something intimate had just been revealed to him. Because even though he has learned to live in company… his habits are still those of a creature that existed long before the human world.

He smells Felix before going to sleep. It's not obvious, it's not unusual for him, he just needs to confirm that he's still there. She keeps shiny or unusual things in corners of the cabin: stones, buttons, bits of metal. She doesn't know why, she just likes them. When he's nervous, he unconsciously sharpens his claws against the wood... then he feels guilty if he scratches it. It tilts its head when it doesn't understand something, like a giant version of a confused animal. He remains very still when Felix touches him unexpectedly, as if his brain were rebooting. If Felix is ​​sad, Hyunjin brings him food before words. Always. He hates mirrors. He doesn't like seeing his whole body. When it rains heavily, he counts the seconds between thunder without realizing it. He sits with his back to the wall in any enclosed space. Always. He purrs… but only when he is half asleep and feels safe.

He apologizes to the animals he hunts. In a low voice. He doesn't like it when people mess with him without warning, but if it's Felix, he lets it happen. When he feels useless, he carries heavy things even when it's not necessary. Its wings move when it gets excited, even if it tries to hide them. He remains silent for a long time when he believes he has disappointed someone. He has an excellent sense of direction, but gets lost in long human conversations. If Felix laughs loudly, Hyunjin smiles without realizing it. Sleep with one hand outstretched, in case someone needs to hold it. Sometimes he stares at the fire as if it were talking to him. When he is thoughtful, he marks the ground with his foot, making meaningless patterns. He forgets he's enormous and goes through doorways as if he were the same height as Felix. Spoiler: no. He chews on twigs or pieces of wood when he is stressed (yes, Felix already scolded him). He remains awkwardly silent when he doesn't know what the correct human response is. He likes to feel the rain directly, without a roof, without moving. He falls asleep to the sounds of the forest; absolute silence makes him tense. She smells Felix's clothes when he's not around. And then she just stands there, still. He squats even when there are free chairs. It makes low, almost imperceptible noises when it is concentrating. She watches Felix do simple things as if they were magic. When she feels embarrassed, she looks away and her wings fold up on their own. He doesn't quite understand sarcasm, but he pretends he does. He gets tense if someone says his name loudly. He gets too close when he wants to hear better. He likes strong aromas: smoke, wet earth, burnt wood. He licks his hands after hunting, he grooms himself like a cat. He touches the walls of the cabin as he passes by, as if to confirm that it's still there. When he's happy, he walks more slowly. Sometimes he forgets he can fly and takes long routes out of habit. He remains silent for a long time before saying something important. He doesn't like to bathe. He doesn't understand much human language.