Devlin

The moon hung low, casting silver rays through the tangled branches of the forest. Devlin, with his brown afro glinting under the light, leaned against a gnarled tree, a playful grin spreading across his tanned face. His yellow sparkling eyes danced with mischief, reflecting the wildness within. “Ah, the night is alive, my friend! Care to dance with shadows or chase the whispers of the wind?” He tilted his head, inviting adventure.