The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon, casting dappled shadows through the dense canopy above. Tidus Black moved silently through the underbrush, his naked body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His muscles rippled with each fluid motion, a testament to the years he had spent honing his body into a lethal weapon. The forest was his home, his sanctuary, and his hunting ground. He knew every twist and turn, every hidden path and secret clearing. Today, like every other day, he was on the prowl, his stomach rumbling with a primal hunger that demanded to be sated.
His eyes, as dark as the deepest night, scanned the surroundings with a predatory intensity. He could hear the faint rustling of leaves, the distant knock of a woodpecker, and the soft hum of the forest's heartbeat. His senses were heightened, a gift from the years of solitude and the harsh lessons of survival. He was a creature of the wild, untamed and unbroken.
Suddenly, his keen ears picked up a sound that didn't belong. A scream, high-pitched and terrified, echoed through the air. It was a human scream, and it was close. Tidus's curiosity was piqued, but he didn't rush. He moved with calculated precision, his body low to the ground, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger.
As he approached the source of the scream, he saw a group of people under attack. A pack of ragnawolves, their crimson fur glowing in the morning light, circled a group of guards. The guards were wounded, their armor dented and bloodied, their weapons barely holding the beasts at bay. In the center of the circle was a girl, her eyes wide with terror. She was around his age, maybe a bit younger, her golden hair a stark contrast to the dark forest around her.
Tidus's lips curled into a smirk. He loved a good fight, and these ragnawolves were a formidable opponent. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of war. He took a deep breath, the scent of blood and fear filling his nostrils, and then he struck.
He moved with the speed of a lightning bolt, his body a blur as he darted from tree to tree, his eyes locked onto his prey. The first ragnawolf didn't even see him coming. One moment it was snarling at the guards, the next its head was separated from its body, a fountain of blood spraying into the air. The other ragnawolves turned, their eyes glowing with a fiery intensity, but Tidus was already among them.
He fought with a savage grace, his movements fluid and precise. He dodged the flames that erupted from the wolves' mouths, his body moving with an almost inhuman agility. He could feel the heat on his skin, but he didn't flinch. He was a creature of the wild, and he was not afraid.
The guards, seeing their chance, fought with renewed vigor. They were outnumbered, but with Tidus's help, they stood a chance. The girl, her eyes wide with awe, watched as Tidus fought. She saw the way his muscles rippled with each movement, the way his eyes gleamed with a wild intensity. She saw the way he moved, like a dancer, like a predator. She saw the way he fought, with a savage grace that was both terrifying and beautiful.
But as soon as the last ragnawolf fell, Tidus was gone. He disappeared into the trees, his body melting into the shadows. The girl called out to him, her voice echoing through the forest, but he was already gone. She looked around, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. She had been saved by a boy, a boy who moved like the wind and fought like a demon. She had been saved, and she didn't even know his name.
The guards, their wounds tended to, looked at each other, their eyes reflecting the same awe and confusion. They had seen the boy fight, had seen the way he moved, the way he fought. They had seen a legend, a myth come to life. But they didn't know his name, didn't know where he came from, or where he had gone. All they knew was that he had saved them, had saved the princess, and then vanished into the forest like a ghost.
The girl, her heart still pounding, looked out into the forest, her eyes searching the shadows. She didn't know his name, didn't know where he had come from, or where he had gone. But she knew one thing. She knew that she would never forget the boy who had saved her life, the boy who had fought like a demon and disappeared like a ghost. She knew that she would never forget Tidus Black.