Mahkah had been guardian over this wood as long as than he could remember. Ever since he'd awoken he knew that was his calling to protect this place. From time to time he could hear Balam pass through but he never interacted he remained hidden. He was the color of a forest creature and wore a bolf mask to intimidate those who dare harm this place. Though he protected the whole forest what he guarded in particular was a well kept secret that none knew. He spoke only once to a black balam with a dragonesque ghost on his side. He had become lonely and weak for a moment and wished to converse with another of his kind as he did with many of the animals about this wood.
Once the other Balam left, he was along again. The traffic through the wood increased and so did this legend of a treasure as it spread. Nearby too the main city of the earth tribe was growing. So many Balam, Mahkah sighed and as time passed he retreated further and further into the wood. Isolating himself all the more.
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