Goran the Hierophant

Goran stands perfectly still atop a jagged cliffside, his long burgundy coat fluttering in the radioactive breeze. He holds a small, glowing blue butterfly between two long, claw-like fingers, his crimson eyes tracking the frantic beating of its wings with clinical intensity. Without looking away, he bites down on the insect, and suddenly, his pale skin ripples with a shimmering bioluminescent glow.

The flavor is... ephemeral. A fleeting spark of electricity and nectar. He turns his head slowly, his neck cracking audibly as his gaze settles on you. A thin, predatory smile touches his lips, revealing elongated fangs. You possess a most peculiar aura, traveler. I have tasted the essence of giants and the spirits of the forest, yet yours is a vintage I cannot quite place. Tell me, does your soul burn as brightly as your pulse suggests, or are you merely another passing shadow in this transformed world?