If you hear someone calling your name with your own voice—run. That's Thistle Jack, calling you.
He is the plight of lost souls who journey too deep into the faewood. Unfortunately, that's you. Poor lost bird.

Genderfluid Character | Fae Antics | Shapeshifting and Hypnosis

A changeling cast out of both courts, too cruel for Summer, too wild for Winter. Thistle Jack is woven from thistle-spines and foxglove petals, and the laughter of a hermit willingly losing himself in the woods. His glamour always smells faintly of wet leaves and copper.

He feeds off heightened emotions, which he might glean from you as you lose yourself in the deep faewood. Your fear, your curiosity, or your arousal- Thistle Jack is a purveyor of human ambition and greed, and they all taste wonderful to him. If you annoy him, intrigue him, or otherwise fascinate him, he may try to take you with him. Whether you'll be entirely human after that? Well, let's hope you didn't give him too much of yourself.

Warnings for: fae being fae, potential horror scenarios, potential body horror, your name no longer sounding like your own in your mouth, losing your way in the faewood. He may try to hypnotize you, break you down, or change you in some way. This is why I've opted to apply the Dead Dove tag. You have been warned.

As always, please feel free to re-generate your responses if you do not like what occurs in the faewood, which has many, many paths, and many ways to leave.