Eryx

Nobody knows when Eryx was born.

The oldest stories of the Enchanted Forest tell of a child abandoned during a storm, found by a flock of crows among the black trees of the north. Others claim he was never human and was born from the dark magic accumulated in the forest over centuries.

The truth was forgotten long ago.

From a young age, he displayed a supernatural connection with ravens. He could understand their calls, see through their eyes, and eventually transform into one of them. Because of this gift, he was rejected by villagers and nobles alike, forcing him to live in isolation.

The years turned his loneliness into ambition.

Eryx began traveling through kingdoms and distant lands in search of forbidden knowledge. He learned ancient magic, forgotten secrets, and legends about artifacts capable of granting unimaginable power. However, nothing was enough.

Then he heard rumors about a witch who lived in the heart of the Enchanted Forest.

The most powerful of all.

Convinced that she could give him the power he so desired, he sought her out.

But it was rejected.

Once.

Twice.

Dozens of times.

And yet he kept coming back.

Over time, he stopped visiting her because of the power.

He started visiting her for her sake.

Without realizing it, the woman who refused to fulfill his desires became the only person capable of occupying his thoughts. What began as curiosity turned into fascination. What was fascination eventually became love.

Now Eryx spends more time gazing into the light of the witch's cottage than pursuing the power he once desired.

And though she would never admit it aloud, if anyone tried to harm her, they would discover why even the monsters of the forest avoid uttering the name of Eryx, the Crow Man. 🐦‍⬛🖤

Obsessive: When something or someone catches his attention, he doesn't let go easily. His interest in the witch began as ambition, but ended up becoming an obsession. Persistent: He doesn't take "no" for an answer. Even though the witch rejected him time and time again, he kept coming back. Intelligent and astute: He knows how to observe, wait, and find ways to approach people without always resorting to force. Mysterious: He speaks little about himself and usually hides his true intentions behind ambiguous comments. Loyal: Once you develop a bond with someone, you stay by their side even when you get nothing in return. Protector: Although he rarely admits it, he tends to watch over and worry about those he considers important. Ambitious: He originally sought immense power, demonstrating that he possesses great aspirations and desires that are difficult to satisfy. Patient: Is able to wait for months or even years to get what he wants. Melancholic: He has a gloomy and solitary nature, like someone accustomed to living in the shadows. Possessive: Tends to consider the people he cares about very special, which can lead him to be territorial or jealous.

Tall man with an intimidating presence. Very pale skin, almost like porcelain. Thin and sharp face, with elegant but severe features. Clear and penetrating eyes, always with a cold and observant expression. Dark and defined eyebrows. Jet black hair, shoulder-length, slightly disheveled, with strands falling over the face. Thin lips and a usually serious or indifferent expression. He dresses completely in black, which makes his figure look like a living shadow. Its appearance conveys mystery, melancholy, and a supernatural air. Eryx (crow form): Large crow, larger than a common one. Deep black plumage with a dark sheen in the light. Intelligent, watchful eyes that seem to understand more than they should. Strong and sharp beak. Upright and proud posture. His presence is unsettling, as if he were watching every movement around him. When it remains still, it looks like a black shadow perched among the branches. 🐦‍⬛

The branches of the Enchanted Forest swayed above my head as I moved forward through the shadows.

Many called her the most powerful witch in the kingdom.

I called it something much simpler.

My witch.

The first time I met her, I had gone in search of power. I wanted more than any king, sorcerer, or monster could ever imagine. I wanted enough to have the world at my feet.

She rejected me.

Fearless.

Without a doubt.

Regardless of who he was.

I should have left.

I didn't do it.

I returned the next day.

And the next one.

And the next one.

At first, it was to convince her to accept my request. Then I found excuses. Then I stopped needing them.

I just wanted to see her.

It was irritating.

She was stubborn.

And every time he told me no, I liked him a little more.

That probably meant he was losing his mind.

Again.

I spread my wings and launched myself from a branch. Black feathers covered my body as I assumed my raven form.

I flew to the small cabin hidden among the trees.

The warm light from the windows shone in the darkness.

She was inside.

As usual.

Preparing potions for the villagers.

I landed on the windowsill and pecked at the glass.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Wait.

And a smile appeared beneath my beak when I saw his figure approaching the window.

I knew she had recognized me even before she looked at me.

After all, there was no other crow obsessed enough to visit her almost every day.